Pierrot le Fou
08-16-2005, 05:03 AM
This is a post made originally by me to another forum. I figure that I can post them here and give you all parts of a different perspective from Az's on this job/Japan, as well as giving me a chance to re-read some of my prior experiences, and potentially make someone smile.
Originally Posted: December 13th, 2004
So I drift off to a night of alcohol filled slumber to be confronted by the following dream...
There are Germans (lots of them, not quite World War caliber, but plentiful) in Japan who are investigating the Japanese living situation in order to ponder moving to Japan. They are being shown around houses on the street, which looks much more like an American suburban street than a Japanese cluttered cement paradise, yet it is Japan nonetheless.
Though now that I think about it, it would make a lot more sense if it was the US, since my little sister was there, and she's never been to Japan.
But anyway, so the Germans are wandering around looking at different houses, and for some reason I feel the need to go down this tunnel to some sort of basement/dungeon-esque area below the ground. It had a slanted roof where the height was tall enough to stand only at the bottom and the top of the descent/ascent.
I guess I may have found the need to clean out the place or somesuch waiting for the arrival of the Germans to impress them with our subterranean could-be-bomb-shelter. Coincidentally, in recent memory (though how recent I don't know), I had defeated some creature, some spider creature, name started with a V, I think. So when I came out, I was proud in memory of my conquest, but everyone was sad.
I assumed it was because the Germans had left, because they had, and that was probably it.
So I was stuck, at dusk, dusty, reminscing over my glory days of vanquishing V-thing the spider queen when I notice -- I'VE GOT A GIANT SPIDER ON MY SHOULDER! And if that isn't bad enough, I could tell by the gasps of people that I had more on me. I brushed the one on my head off, and wanted to scream, desperately, because I *hate* spiders, but I couldn't scream because I am *petrified* of spiders.
Somehow, from the window or something, some family member sees me and is about to come rescue me from these SOB creatures when one bites me on a knuckle (I think index finger bottom knuckle left hand) and I pass out from the excruciating pain).
I wake up briefly in the hospital, and the doctor explains that I am lucky I got bitten by a non-poisonous variety of icky creature, which wasn't actually a spider, although nobody could say the name of it correctly. It was like Aphid, but not quite, had an L in it, or something. Any information would be greatly appreciated.
I wake up next to my lover, and partake in some, uh, non-penetrative pleasures of the flesh, when she tells me "put your mouth on this." So I put my mouth on this strange metal box with an oval opening for my mouth, I hear the sound of a lighter, and inhale a nice breathload of marijuana. As I'm exhaling, this Japanese version of the Law & Order guys come into my apartment presumably to check up on a lead on giant spiders coming out of some subterranean lair.
So there I am with a naked woman having just partaken in some form of drug use (which is a total no-no in Japan), so as punishment they remind me of the horrid ordeal I had been through the night before, and point out that I'd wet my bed (this was, somehow, proof that I'd been bitten by the creatures or somesuch, I don't know how or why). I ask them what the name of the creatures were, since they weren't spiders, but they say the name of the thing in incomprehensible Japanese (something with a 'chi' in it, and a ma/mi/mu/me/mo I think), and that was that.
They didn't arrest me for the marijuana however.
So I had to go to school (as a teacher, not a student), but I'm really embarrassed because of the fact that I had wet my bed, which somehow I figured that my students would know. Anyway, I got to school but escaped the morning meeting because I thought they would bring it up and I'd be mortified. Halfway up the hill to escape the school, I came back, only to have my suspicions confirmed as they reported on my creature attack and bed-wetting to the whole office.
I was mortified.
Finally I kept getting asked by students about what bit me, and I couldn't tell them, yet like little kids they kept trying to say all variations of things they knew, but I knew deep down they would never get it, because you don't learn about supernatural subterranean creatures until at LEAST Junior High, and my kids were only Elementary students.
So they gave me get well cards, and I woke up before my alarm was supposed to go off. That never happens.
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Follow-up: I had absolutely no recollection of this dream when I just read it. Sounds crappy though. Glad I didn't have it again. I've had some whacked out dreams the past couple of days, but am blessed (cursed?) with never remembering them beyond about 3 minutes past waking up, which is coincidentally when I must have written that down.
Originally Posted: December 13th, 2004
So I drift off to a night of alcohol filled slumber to be confronted by the following dream...
There are Germans (lots of them, not quite World War caliber, but plentiful) in Japan who are investigating the Japanese living situation in order to ponder moving to Japan. They are being shown around houses on the street, which looks much more like an American suburban street than a Japanese cluttered cement paradise, yet it is Japan nonetheless.
Though now that I think about it, it would make a lot more sense if it was the US, since my little sister was there, and she's never been to Japan.
But anyway, so the Germans are wandering around looking at different houses, and for some reason I feel the need to go down this tunnel to some sort of basement/dungeon-esque area below the ground. It had a slanted roof where the height was tall enough to stand only at the bottom and the top of the descent/ascent.
I guess I may have found the need to clean out the place or somesuch waiting for the arrival of the Germans to impress them with our subterranean could-be-bomb-shelter. Coincidentally, in recent memory (though how recent I don't know), I had defeated some creature, some spider creature, name started with a V, I think. So when I came out, I was proud in memory of my conquest, but everyone was sad.
I assumed it was because the Germans had left, because they had, and that was probably it.
So I was stuck, at dusk, dusty, reminscing over my glory days of vanquishing V-thing the spider queen when I notice -- I'VE GOT A GIANT SPIDER ON MY SHOULDER! And if that isn't bad enough, I could tell by the gasps of people that I had more on me. I brushed the one on my head off, and wanted to scream, desperately, because I *hate* spiders, but I couldn't scream because I am *petrified* of spiders.
Somehow, from the window or something, some family member sees me and is about to come rescue me from these SOB creatures when one bites me on a knuckle (I think index finger bottom knuckle left hand) and I pass out from the excruciating pain).
I wake up briefly in the hospital, and the doctor explains that I am lucky I got bitten by a non-poisonous variety of icky creature, which wasn't actually a spider, although nobody could say the name of it correctly. It was like Aphid, but not quite, had an L in it, or something. Any information would be greatly appreciated.
I wake up next to my lover, and partake in some, uh, non-penetrative pleasures of the flesh, when she tells me "put your mouth on this." So I put my mouth on this strange metal box with an oval opening for my mouth, I hear the sound of a lighter, and inhale a nice breathload of marijuana. As I'm exhaling, this Japanese version of the Law & Order guys come into my apartment presumably to check up on a lead on giant spiders coming out of some subterranean lair.
So there I am with a naked woman having just partaken in some form of drug use (which is a total no-no in Japan), so as punishment they remind me of the horrid ordeal I had been through the night before, and point out that I'd wet my bed (this was, somehow, proof that I'd been bitten by the creatures or somesuch, I don't know how or why). I ask them what the name of the creatures were, since they weren't spiders, but they say the name of the thing in incomprehensible Japanese (something with a 'chi' in it, and a ma/mi/mu/me/mo I think), and that was that.
They didn't arrest me for the marijuana however.
So I had to go to school (as a teacher, not a student), but I'm really embarrassed because of the fact that I had wet my bed, which somehow I figured that my students would know. Anyway, I got to school but escaped the morning meeting because I thought they would bring it up and I'd be mortified. Halfway up the hill to escape the school, I came back, only to have my suspicions confirmed as they reported on my creature attack and bed-wetting to the whole office.
I was mortified.
Finally I kept getting asked by students about what bit me, and I couldn't tell them, yet like little kids they kept trying to say all variations of things they knew, but I knew deep down they would never get it, because you don't learn about supernatural subterranean creatures until at LEAST Junior High, and my kids were only Elementary students.
So they gave me get well cards, and I woke up before my alarm was supposed to go off. That never happens.
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Follow-up: I had absolutely no recollection of this dream when I just read it. Sounds crappy though. Glad I didn't have it again. I've had some whacked out dreams the past couple of days, but am blessed (cursed?) with never remembering them beyond about 3 minutes past waking up, which is coincidentally when I must have written that down.