夢の日本

So I usually try not to post ridiculous things which actually results in me not posting at all, but I had this amazingly weird dream last night which I feel needs mentioning even though it's all over the place.

So I was back in Japan, or so I figure it was because I was traveling with this dance team. We were performing this huge routine on a frozen lake and I was having problems with my tap routine because I kept slipping on the ice. Anyway, our team was famous because we made the biggest human pyramid ever. I was on the bottom holding this thing together and there were millions of people on top of me. We were right by a pier where people were watching us.

Anyways, I was pissed we had to stay up really late doing activities with the team because I had just seen an ad in a magazine that they had okonomiyaki at Arby's in Okayama. Apparently Okayama is a prefecture above Shikoku which I really wanted to visit at one time but also am reading craziness about in Kafka on the Shore right now. Anyways, it didn't even look like okonomiyaki. It was just waffle fries wrapped up in pita. I have no idea.

So to make a long story short, I ended up going to some place that I have had dreams about before. It's a big fancy hall type place with dark wooden walls and furniture that caters specifically for American's staying in Japan. So I was with Drew and we ate and talked to an old man who ended up having to pay for us because we didn't have any cash in our pockets. I wanted to become a server in this place. This money problem resulted in me having to search to find a Post Office ATM. This of course made us end up in the underground maze of malls which is Namba in Osaka. Eventually I found one and returned to this amazing food place with 2,000 Yen for the old man.

♪The above picture was taken yesterday on a walk in 90 degree heat. The cottonwood trees decided to go nuts which resulted in it snowing in Ohio in summertime. That's my annoying dog Gomez.

女と男!

In my Feminist Philosophies class I dream of having 8 children while others raise their hands and preach that marriage and even love are social constructs. By 8 I mean 10 or 12. I'd live on a farm and when my hubby and I were not fulfilling our normal roles as mother and father (and surely female and male), we would also be the family teachers, doctors, chefs and artists.

The girls and I would cook wonderful food all day and sew and dance in between meals whether it be inside with all of the windows open or outside in the pure sunlight with our armpits naturally smelling awful (but happy nonetheless). The older girls would be playing instruments in the kitchen with the cats resting on top of the refrigerator batting their paws at the loud noises and nonchalantly grabbing our sleeves as we walk by. Or maybe they would be reading Descartes or Hemingway out on the porch in my great-great grandfathers rocker that earlier they had decided to Mod Podge with old newspapers. I would be teaching the younger ones how to make food from all of the goodies we gathered out of the garden earlier in the day. Practical Chemistry and Mathematics. A couple would make juice or run out to milk the cow. They would knead dough, churn butter and throw food at each other. I, too would be learning from this whole experience with a fist-full of flour flying out of my hand. Domesticity, love, freshly sewn skimpy dresses, womanhood! The dog would lick up our messes and we'd give him ponytails.

Dad would be fulfilling his manly roles, of course. These would consist of little chores around the house early in the day with the boys and maybe a trip out to the woods to do some reading and writing in the late afternoon before supper. They would make mud pies and talk about flowers and trees while learning all of their proper names. Maybe they would be reading the Wonders of the East or the Vercelli Homilies in Old English. Loud and proud. They would carve their names into trees using katakana and possibly take some acrylics out there with them and paint simple yet lovely things on rocks and leaves. I'd send the enormous, shaggy, dirty but lovable dog out to gather up the men whenever the girls and I were finished setting the house up for dinner. We would do an extremely quick cleaning job while listening to music from my youth and letting the birds fly around the living room and eat freshly picked strawberries. Cleaning up old messes and creating new but not caring a bit.

After dinner some of us would read aloud, some would run off to finish making the wine we have been working on for a while. If it was cold we would use the kotatsu and fall asleep under it with all of the cats in the middle by our feet. The others would be playing with the new kittens that were just born out in the hayloft. Maybe the boys would mix a few things up and blow up a wall or spend the night up in their tree house. We'd dance and play the omnichord. Always something new, always something to learn from one another. Always fulfilling the roles of onna and otoko and loving every minute of our sexualities and "oppressions."

夢

I was in a little town in the South. I entered a house and saw my boyfriend and his friends laugh at my presence (I was holding something too ridiculous to speak of) and I joined them as they laid out lots of coke. The lines were poetry. I snorted while reading, then walked outside and got on the biggest bridge ever (!!) heading North. This bridge was so wide I had to run from side to side to see what was surrounding it and beneath it. I ran to the left and saw China and Korea and Japan. I ran forward until I reached the end of the bridge. Africa was there but I couldn't go. Actually, I'm not quite sure if I could go anywhere but this stinking bridge. Trees and things blocked the way into Africa, and how could I have gone to Asia when it was miles upon miles below me? Someone had just come along and made this awesome bridge to the world but you couldn't actually go anywhere on it. What a bummer. I was really turned on for some reason too. Maybe the world does that to me. Then I woke up.



♪NaBloWriMo is over, so why should I not start blogging again? Also, after posting this I received an Instant Message from my friend asking me about snorting coke, so to clarify: it was a dream.