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Wed Sep 10th, 2014


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08:19 pm - My version of an anxiety dream
My guarantor from over twenty years ago called me from Tokyo, asking me to get my stuff out of his apartment because he needed the room. So I grabbed the cheapest flight I could and got in at night. He wasn't there, but his two children- the pre-school son and his toddler sister- were asleep in the bedroom where my things were. I started going through the stuff- clothes into bags, books into boxes- and despaired. Too much stuff to take home with me- oh and look, all these hardcover manga in their slipcases, way too heavy- maybe Mizuno-san could find me another room at the dorm to store it in? (The apartment was simultaneously part of the Kimi Ryokan and located in the Heiwadai women's residence, hence Mizuno-san, but physically it resembled a western university residence, with carpeted hallways and common areas.) I went out into the crowded hallway, where people were packing and moving because it was end of term, and there were farewell books people were signing, and I figured there must be an empty room available. And maybe there was, because I began transferring stuff somewhere. My guarantor came in with a younger women companion, not his wife- ah, so that's why he needs the room- and his kids woke up and ran to him; and I went back to loading books, and all that stuff- the books, the heavy books, filling a ceiling-high black wooden bookcase...

And then realized I had a shift the next day and I had to get home to Toronto to do it. And then woke up, thank goodness.

The Buddhist message is clear, and possibly the psychological one as well-- too much baggage-- but underlying all is the trauma of 1996: weeding through All The Stuff to decide what I absolutely had to have, and somehow getting it back home.

With all that, in the dream I still wanted to go to the bookstore and get more stuff: this being the Heiwadai bookstore that crops up regularly in my dreams, the one that's a good mile down the road from the station, amid fields and sparse buildings. I've never figured why it's there and not where any of the real bookstores were; have wondered if 'down the road' is supposed to translate as 'several stations away from Ikebukuro', only in body-space and not train-terms. But in any case, 'the Heiwadai bookstore' is as much a fixture in my dreamlife as 'the apartment over near Madison', the perfect apartment from the 70s.

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From:incandescens
Date:September 11th, 2014 12:59 am (UTC)
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That sounds like the sort of anxiety-dream which I'd wake up from sweating and shivering. Maybe not a full-blown nightmare, but certainly not comfortable.
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From:flemmings
Date:September 11th, 2014 01:24 am (UTC)
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Uncomfortable was what it was, until it segued into the 'I must be back in Toronto in eight hours' bit, which was true anxiety, up there with 'I just learned I have the leading role in a play that opens tonight and I don't know the lines.'

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