Here's an addendum to this past week-ends activities.
On Friday, June 21, 1991 while staying over at Susan St. Cyr's place with my ex-girlfriend Ashley in Utsunimiya-shi (Utsonomiya City - the capital city of Tochigi Prefecture), I had a dream.
I'm sure I dream all the time - but it's pretty rare that I actually remember them at all.
In my dream I was standing in a corridor. It was raining outside. I was waiting for a Japanese girl that was supposed to meet and talk with me.
That's it. That was the whole dream. I never saw her. I have no idea who I was supposed to meet or why.
But, here's the interesting thing. The next morning while standing around Tokyo-eki (Tokyo train station), Ashley, Susan, David and I were awaiting a bus to take us to Tokyo Disneyland. My three traveling compatriots (all Americans - not that it's important) all had to find the washroom, leaving this lone Canadian with the iron kidneys holding our place in line... not that there was a line. It was just me and no one else.
And then it happened. Exactly as I dreamed.
I don't even know how she saw me. I was shielded, by a newsstand, but still looking forward towards the road.
She was walking very fast.
Still... she walked right past me without even a glance.
Then she stopped.
Turned.
Smiled.
And walked towards me.
We exchanged pleasantries in both Japanese and English, as well as our names. And then it was over.
We said good-bye.
We smiled at each other.
That's it. It was like I just had to be there for her. That was my purpose - daring to go on a trip with my ex-girlfriend while a woman who adored me was back in my home town of Ohtawara-shi (Ohtawara City).
I had to be there for this woman who said her name too fast for me to understand. Perhaps meeting each other would save her life. Maybe it would cause her to want to travel to an English-speaking country.I don't think it was for me... it felt like the meeting was for her.
I don't know why we met - and it doesn't matter at all. I'm just glad we did.
Somewhere dreaming of dreaming,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong: SMOOTH
On Friday, June 21, 1991 while staying over at Susan St. Cyr's place with my ex-girlfriend Ashley in Utsunimiya-shi (Utsonomiya City - the capital city of Tochigi Prefecture), I had a dream.
I'm sure I dream all the time - but it's pretty rare that I actually remember them at all.
In my dream I was standing in a corridor. It was raining outside. I was waiting for a Japanese girl that was supposed to meet and talk with me.
That's it. That was the whole dream. I never saw her. I have no idea who I was supposed to meet or why.
But, here's the interesting thing. The next morning while standing around Tokyo-eki (Tokyo train station), Ashley, Susan, David and I were awaiting a bus to take us to Tokyo Disneyland. My three traveling compatriots (all Americans - not that it's important) all had to find the washroom, leaving this lone Canadian with the iron kidneys holding our place in line... not that there was a line. It was just me and no one else.
And then it happened. Exactly as I dreamed.
I don't even know how she saw me. I was shielded, by a newsstand, but still looking forward towards the road.
She was walking very fast.
Still... she walked right past me without even a glance.
Then she stopped.
Turned.
Smiled.
And walked towards me.
We exchanged pleasantries in both Japanese and English, as well as our names. And then it was over.
We said good-bye.
We smiled at each other.
That's it. It was like I just had to be there for her. That was my purpose - daring to go on a trip with my ex-girlfriend while a woman who adored me was back in my home town of Ohtawara-shi (Ohtawara City).
I had to be there for this woman who said her name too fast for me to understand. Perhaps meeting each other would save her life. Maybe it would cause her to want to travel to an English-speaking country.I don't think it was for me... it felt like the meeting was for her.
I don't know why we met - and it doesn't matter at all. I'm just glad we did.
Somewhere dreaming of dreaming,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong: SMOOTH
