I was participating in a tour in which single men and women could find their partners. The first destination of the tour was a hill near a rocky sea shore. I was unsure about speaking with any girls in the group. It wasn't because they weren't my type. I just wasn't ready.
The second destination, which was just a couple of hundred metres away from the first, was a school playground. People arrived before our group had already changed their clothings so that they could be ready for some physical activity. Each one had a hockey stick in his or her hand. I thought I would rather avoid the activity if I could, because I thought it was something like baseball they were going to do, and I wasn't good at it.
But I was already wearing my sport gear. The coach told us that we had to review our basic skills. He made each of us duck and walk along an oval path while dragging the puck with the stick.
Everyone before me walked counterclockwise. When my turn came, the coach made me walk clockwise. I was impressed to know he was aware that I am left handed. I told everyone about it when my turn was over, but they weren't as impressed as I was.
A military of some sort had a flying machine which was as big as a jumbo jet. It was flying with many military people on board when it was approached by an alien spaceship of the same size. Since the spaceship was flying slightly off the normal dimension, it could proceed through the outer boundary of the flying machine. The spaceship went on until the two figures were completely overlapped in the air. The crew of the flying machine didn't know what was happening. To their surprises, the aliens who had the same shape and size as the Earth human materialized from the thin air and stood in front of every crew member. The aliens were wearing red and black costumes. The crew panicked and tried to attack the aliens. The aliens had to annihilate them and destroy the flying machine.
I thought it broke a war between the two races. However, when another
flying machine with experts on board encountered the spaceship and got
overlapped with it in the air, the crew didn't panic. When the aliens
materialized, they welcomed them. Thus began the peaceful
relationship between the two races, but the general public wasn't
informed about the incident.
The view point was in a room and toward its door to the outside. A giant woman entered the room from the door. Or maybe she was in normal size and the view point was very low. Then one after another, giant women kept entering the room. Some were young and attractive. A middle aged giant woman began to count the beat of the music played in the room. She shook her head rhythmically, and finally started to move her whole body to the music. It was a mambo. Other women followed.
I was in a line of people meeting Bill Clinton. Nearest to the president was Hashimoto, the prime minister of Japan. Bill was making a speech on something which he thought was important for the next generation to understand in order to improve this world. I wasn't very concentrating on his speech, and was looking other directions. There were some antique swords and guns on the floor, suggesting that the meeting was held in an old castle. However, the room looked like a gymnasium in elementary schools.
Then there was a sound of some metallic thing dropping on the floor. When I turned to the direction of the sound, the prime minister was looking at the president in an I-beg-your-pardon fashion. There lay a black gun with two-metre-long barrel in front of the prime minister's feet. Obviously he had been playing with the gun until it slipped off from his hands.
The president didn't stop his speech, and gave the prime minister a sign to indicate that it was OK. In fact he looked like thinking "it is perfectly understandable for you to prefer playing with the gun to listening to my boring speech."
I walked to the prime minister and signed him to indicate that I was
going to take care of the gun. I picked the gun up, thinking what a
long barrel it had, and took it to a corner of the gymnasium.
A young man carrying a handy video camera on his shoulder slowly arose from an orange ocean.
A girl was reading a book in the darkness with a candle light. She was dressed rather formally or it was probably a casual clothing in Victorian era. The picture looked like a scene from Peter Rabbit. The camera slowly backed up and now we can see that she was inside another woman's head.
The little girl who looked like the one who was reading a book was now outside. She was dropped from a horse carriage. She was holding a bouquet of wild flowers on one hand, and a rope which was tied to the carriage on the other. I couldn't see her facial expression. Her body was dragged for some twenty metres on the dry earth.
She was now suspended in the air.
I was taking part in a conference on psychoanalysis. I was reading the proceedings, in which there was a cartoon story.
In the cartoon, the memories of a psychologist were told by himself with beautiful pictures. In one scene, he described the only scenery he found beautiful in his childhood. It was a night view of a village looked over from a hill. He liked it so much that at one night, he took his girlfriend with him to see it. It was the only occasion he showed something beautiful to his girl. It was about a hundred years ago.
Later, when he was into drawing, he asked his mother, who was a painter and also a geisha, to give him a sheet of the old type of paper which was going to be extinct then. He needed it to draw a portrait of his girlfriend. His mother gave him one. To her disappointment, when she visited her son's room later, he was with his girlfriend, drawing her portrait on a sheet of a new type of paper.
Then there was a presentation by Momoko Sakura, the cartoonist who created "Chibi-Maruko-Chan." She was wearing a mask of Maruko when she appeared with her younger brother and the actors who did voice over for the animation series on TV. Momoko was wearing a yellow kimono.
She took the mask off and began to talk. She looked like an East European. At first, the audience did not like her speech and kept shouting "go home!" But when she said, "My brother may look like a human, but he is actually a domestic animal. A quite bad one indeed," everyone laughed. Kiyoshi Nishikawa, a comedian watching her presentation, laughed hysterically saying "She surely has a good observation!" Her brother, who was wearing a green sweater, got obviously embarrassed.
Sigmund Freud in a black sweater and black pants appeared saying his
thing. Everyone applauded. Then he took his mask off and became a
typical American man.
Four men, two wearing grey suits and two wearing black, were criminals of some sort. They were on the run. I was one of the two wearing black suits. The leader of the four was one of the two wearing black, but I'm unsure now if I was the leader.
We were inside, surrounded by the police officers outside. However, we weren't at all worried.
We had a long history of successfully going through difficulties. Sometimes, we had only a 100 yen (about $1.00) coin each and could run away from the police for one whole day, even increasing the amount of money we had at the same time.
This time, we had prepared a secret path from inside the house to an underground station. We went through it, unnoticed by the police waiting for the chance for breaking in anytime.
We had a big amount of money with us. We divided the money so that each had two million yen and a usual 100 yen coin.
The leader suggested splitting. I said I was not sure how far we could go. The leader told everyone that we might be able to go very far considering the fact that we could go this far with just a hundred yen. I had to agree. Two million yen meant each could live for half a year without any difficulties.
We went through the gate of the station. I knew that one station worker recognized us, but he wouldn't say anything to the police. He was an old man and had a good understanding of the reason why we had to be in this situation (while I had no idea).
The leader said the two wearing grey should go north and the two wearing black should go south. But that was a guideline he made, and each had to decide which way to go individually. The station now appeared to be the one in Nagano prefecture which I used for thirteen years in my childhood.
A north-bound train came. I was supposed to go south, but I wanted to leave the town as soon as possible, and I considered getting on. I walked to the platform, thinking that I had to be careful not to make the same mistake as the one I made previously in another criminal situation: I was arrested in a train when I became too conspicuous handling my hostage. This time, I thought, I should not do anything which might look suspicious. Before I reached the platform for the north-bound train, the south-bound train came, and I decided to get on that one.
I was walking among factory workers wearing uniforms to get on the
train. From a third person's point of view, I must have looked
conspicuous enough.
This is what I saw when I took a nap in a commuter train this morning:
There was a grey object morphing rapidly into one shape from another.
I wished something more vividly coloured. Then an image of an ocean
appeared, whose waves were vividly blue. I thought it was too typical
and wanted something more bizarre. The ocean vanished into a black
background and then a series of Japanese alphabets appeared in red
letters which read horizontally:
"Extinction"
Then on a white background, in black letters appeared:
"You are an idiot."
There appeared more letters and they formed a page of a book. The page was read vertically (typical for a Japanese non-technical book), and consisted of red headers and black descriptions. Each header seemed to be a title of a book, and the description which followed was of the contents of the book and some criticism. I turned the pages but I couldn't figure out the detail of what is written in the book.
Then a pretty little ghost appeared on the page I was looking at. "Casper," I thought.
The following was seen during my nap at the lunch break:
A group of deformed naked women were dancing. One of them turned into a giraffe with a cowboy look. When his neck got short, it was morphed into a chicken, who danced with another smaller chicken.
Female bodybuilders were posing, but they weren't particularly
muscular.
A married couple was in a car painted dark blue, running fast. There
must have been something on the road, and the car slid sideways and
spun. The car went out of my sight.
I thought that the accident was my imagination. But I was worried because I knew the couple, and in fact I secretly loved the wife.
Then the husband came to my house to tell me that the accident was real, and it took his wife's life. He left quitely.
At first, I couldn't realize the significance of the loss. I was thinking about how this would affect her baby; I was thinking about her baby's future and how her baby would feel. When I thought of how I would feel, I bursted into tears. The flow of water from my eyes went on and on as I lay down on my bed.
A day passed. One of my colleagues came to my house to take me to the office. I was still weeping, and I refused to go.
I was travelling with my mother. We were staying in a small town known for its industry. But I didn't know which industry the town was famous for.
My mother had a severe taste for what the industry produces, and made an appointment to visit the factory. I was assuming that she would take me with her, but she told me I wouldn't be interested in the visit.
So after seeing her off at the entrance of the factory, I listened to
a Dick Lee CD, in which he sang about Ultra Seven. The song
introduced people working at the Earth Defence Forth. I was glad
because he did such a nice job. However, the Japanese translation of
his English lyrics which appeared on a TV screen was ridiculous. It
killed all the poetic cheerfulness of Dick's words and made it sound
like a military song.
