Last night I dreamed I was back in school, in a class with one of my high school English teachers. Sitting next to me was someone new, a person from the South who denied being from the South because she was British. We were talking about a person I went to school with and how she talks about going to Japan twice a year and it irritates me because I haven’t been there even once.

Then my new Southern-British acquaintance and I were actually in Japan, at a bus stop. The bus arrived but I didn’t have all of my things put away in my bag and as I was getting them arranged so I could get on, she got on and was yelling for me to hurry, and I went to get on and it left. So I was standing there alone with some other people who were waiting for the next one.

I started walking down the hill to the next stop, hoping we could meet up sooner. I passed by a convenience store that was closing for the night even though it was 7:30. I kept walking and it was in this weird industrial area and it was suddenly dark. I think it did occur to me in the dream that this was not the Japan I knew because no Japanese city would be this dark at night, void of all streetlights. I thought maybe it was something to save energy. I started freaking out because I couldn’t see, thinking, “I can’t see, I can’t see,” and then I thought, “Quit telling yourself that!”

I thought about going back to the convenience store because at least there should be light there and I thought I could maybe ask the clerk to help me call a taxi. I thought, “I learned how to say that in Duolingo, right? Why can’t I remember any of that stuff? I’m drawing a complete blank.” But I kept trying to calm down, thinking, “I could probably just say ‘taxi’ and they would know what I mean. Or I could type it into my phone and my phone could translate it. Yeah, I can do that.”

But as I was walking back to the convenience store, which I knew would be an issue since it had already closed, I came over the hill and it was morning. Everything was bright and colorful and busy. And I calmed down and realized all I had to do was get on my phone and do a search for English-friendly or multilingual hotels and just plug that into google maps and I’d be fine. So I walked around, passing by all these places that I knew from researching my trip or from anime, and I had my little map up on my cell phone and found a hotel. At the time I thought, “This hotel isn’t as good as some of the others. I know there are other English-friendly hotels around here. Why aren’t they showing up in my search?” But then I was like, “It doesn’t matter. I don’t have to stay here the whole time; I just need to find a room for the night so I can regroup. I can stay here for one night.”



Last night I dreamed about Legend of Galactic Heroes.

Cling wrap, stuck together and not flattening out.

I dreamed I was in school and I couldn’t remember which locker was mine. They were square like Japanese shoe lockers and similarly, had no locks. So I guessed which one was mine and was able to open it; I was wrong. Mine was the row below. 22-something. I didn’t know what books to take to class and someone said, “All of them!” and I was incredulous; I couldn’t take all of them, there were too many and they were too big and I had no backpack. So I grabbed what I could.

Herr T was teaching Japanese. I was laughing at the long-winded translations we were assigned to do. I thought, “Leave it to the Japanese language to require so much to say so little.” And then I said, “I don’t know why I’m doing this; I hated school when I had to go. I’m an adult–why the hell am I here doing this when I don’t have to?”

People were playing soccer outside. I believe Mary was one of them.


Last night I dreamed about Outlaw Star.

I also dreamed I was in a house with a bunch of carpeted rooms. Maximus was there. He had toys in every room and carpeted mazes. I needed to vacuum. I tossed him a toy and it hit him in the face; I thought, “Oh, that’s right, he’s blind. He may look better because he’s in a dream, but he’s still blind.”

For another dream I just have the notes: “AP. Drama. Keijo coach. Noya’s VA.” All I remember from this is that one character had Nishinoya’s seiyuu and that freaked AP out.

In another dream there was a kooky anime-style family. There was a teenager daughter that was a pro blogger/photographer and she was taking pictures while on a train. There was a photo competition; AP was taking a picture of a kid on stage who looked like an angel because of how the light scattered/reflected behind him. Then there was another picture submitted of AP taking that picture. Ultimately, the winner of the competition was a photo demonstrating three uses/stages of a cane. There were three different people arranged on steps, an old woman, a younger woman, and I don’t remember the third. All with canes but holding them different ways. I don’t know whether the cane picture or the “picture of AP taking a picture” was the photo that the blogger daughter took. Maybe both, for all I know.

In another dream, I heard the song “Regal Generation” by the Generation of Miracles. After the first play, it played again, and when my mom and brother were confused, I explained that the second song–the one we were listening to now–is Aomine’s version.

In another dream, I was standing at an intersection. It’s the same one as dreams before; I think last time I was wearing a promotional t-shirt to advertise a place. I was worried because Maximus was by the sidewalk and was likely to walk into the road but I was on the other side. A guy in a company-branded pickup went roaring by; after he passed, Maximus was gone. I walked up the road, following the truck, and found Maximus in the middle of the road. He had stowed away in the wheel well. He was just fine and I thought, “No matter what happens, he’s alive now because this is a dream.”

In another dream I was visiting “friends”–I think it might have been the kooky anime family from the previous dream. One of the daughters (I don’t think it was the photographer one) insisted I needed to watch the “new” Toy Story movies, that I would just love them (I got the impression they were “new” Toy Story movies much like the “new” Star Wars movies). I really didn’t want to but I was a guest and couldn’t turn her down. We were on a pull-out couch under blankets and her mom (a customer of mine in RL) was watching with us. We were crammed in way too close and the mom especially was too close and was kind of playing footsie with me but not and it made me really uncomfortable.

Then we were in a gym at a school fair. Half the gym was set up to watch the stage and other other half had little booths set up. I saw GG’s wife and I was thinking about their son and realized he had a different last name (this is not true IRL). So the wife was at a booth, discreetly practicing her signature for writing checks with her new last name because she wasn’t used to it. When she left, I found the pad of paper she was using and I tried writing her name too, just to see if I could copy it. The person next to me said, “You better quit that! He’s coming, he’ll see you!” He walked by me and gave me a nasty look but didn’t see what I was doing. Then GG moved toward the middle of the room where he was correcting a softball/batting demonstration being given by his daughter.