I figure if that title doesn't get my parents attention nothing will. Not to worry, it was all just a bad dream, but for a moment I thought it was real. Yesterday was a holiday so the night before I shut the curtains tight and planned to sleep in a bit the next morning. I should have known better because there was an earthquake in the night, that my sleep might be a bit disturbed. I had a dream that morning, the kind of dream that you don't really feel like it's a dream it was so real. Usually I have a detacted feeling in my dreams that tells me I am dreaming and to a certain degree I have been a lucid dreamer. Usually I can wake myself or even alter a dream purposely if it starts to turn badly for me. This dream was not one of those. I should have been suspicious because of the speed the events happened, but I wasn't. First I was driving in Japan in my little Ford clunker, next I was in a car accident and I assume I sped away from at high speed. I think I hit another car or a guardrail, then the police are chasing me (for speeding-not the accident I was just in) and they catch me. Still for some reason I was nonplussed by this, until the breathalizer test--which I failed. What the heck?! This was the point that turned the dream bad enough to wake me up, but the problem was I woke thinking I was in Jail and it took me what felt like forever to convince myself it was just a dream and not real. Out of the experience I learned the word,
正夢 pronounced: ma sa yu me. The first kanji is tadashi-correct, the 2nd part is yume-dream. This is the word for a dream that comes true or prophetic dream.
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Some pictures of me taken after my last practice in Kendo. The weather was still pretty warm and so my hear is stuck up with sweat. It was my last practice before my last kendo exam (which I passed) and some of my elementary students happend by with a camera and took some pictures. For what reason I can't guess the kids in this country are great and I relate to them on a level I never could back home with
American kids.
duh?
see ya next time, thanks for stopping in
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So it's Budo-kan where you shot these photos, huh?
Yeah man that's where I learned Judo from 1984-86. I had to break my doggone wrist three times. Right one twice and the left once, plus the collarbone.
Note to the kids: Break you leg but don't break your bone.
EvilDrGrignard said...
The budokan is the only place in Hidaka I feel good. Too bad about your wrist though, you'll have to show me some moves next time you breeze into town :)
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The hair works for you, go with it.
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Jail comment: you weren't dreaming... you were in the Matrix... Mr. Belter... what good is a phone call when you are unable to speee...d. Sorry, had to throw that in there.
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