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    Back in Japan, dream by mikele -- July 14, 2012

    I was in Japan, Tokyo. I was taken by cab to the apartment I may be living in. Building is of gray granite stone, looks solid and well grounded. The apartment is on the ground floor. It is situated in an very elegant neighborhood. A person makes us visit the place, she is Japanese with the polite manners. I see nicely made single beds, next to each other, in an elegant room. Covers are cream yellow. I go on with the visit, we walk up a small flight of stair and reach the kitchen. People are there. I recognize right away G, a friend from Weizmann. He is there with his children and wife. It is nice to see him. His grown up boy and wife are standing there. I am surprised to see him in Japan, I thought he was in Sweden. He is blond, and I am surprised to see his hair has become dark.

    I go on to some other room or kitchen, where I left my backpack and a suitcase. I look in the fridge, see some old cheese, some old watermelons, I am hungry and want to take some, but I realize these thing may not be mine. Now there are many people. It seem like the kitchen of a summer camp. There is a glass with meet ball, cheese and water in it, lying on the floor near the foot of a table. I put it there. A lady picks it up, I want to say that it is mine, but then remember the food may not be mine. There is a big bowl with a little bit of salad and some mashed potatoes on the counter. It seems it is still being prepared or has already been partly eaten. Then a tough looking guy takes the bowl, and seems to want to distribute it to the people around. I want to tell him to stop, that this is the food for G. and his family. I don't because it may not be my food, and also he seems a bit confrontational.

    Then I share a taxi with some person with eye-glasses that I don't know, going back to the station. Neighborhood through which we drive is very pleasant, like Daikanyama in Tokyo. But I realize I forgot my suit case, and I am really bothered that I have to go back to get it.





    Comments

    by mikele July 17, 2012, 12:07 a.m.

    Interesting perspective. It is true I feel pretty constrained and stuck, even trapped, at work, and it is pretty stressful. It is true also I don't share too much of what is going on there... already had a dream previously about cheese in a fridge, funny! The message in the food/hesitation story here is that I am not fighting enough for what I believe should be mine.
    by Tsering_Om July 17, 2012, 12:26 a.m.

    I sense a feeling of restriction (food you want but feel you might not be allowed to take). Then you leave your suitcase... perhaps confusion between what is yours and what is not?
    How much are you sharing things in "real life"? and thoughts?