My most reoccurring dream, hands down, would be catching the train in Japan.
In my dream, I'm buying my ticket and I either am about to miss the train or I'm short the amount needed to make my purchase. Last night the tickets came out like when you don't have the right amount of stamp currency needed so you tack on a 5 cent stamp and then a couple 1 cent-ers so that before you can send the letter it's got a long row of stamps on it. That's what my ticket looked like. A long row of 5 yen going some place and another 5 yen going further on.
I'm always going somewhere different and I'm always at a different station. Sometimes it's an actual station and sometimes it doesn't look familiar but I know the station. Sometimes I'm even going to Tokyo Disney (seriously don't want to miss THAT train, now do I?).
I don't know why catching the train either. Maybe because it was the source of so many moments of exasperation but also jubilation. I got on far too many trains only to realize I was headed in the wrong direction. I once rode a train for 15 hours. A slow moving, stop at every stop train for 15 hours. I've fallen asleep on trains and I've stayed very vigilant on them so I wouldn't miss my stop. I traveled to see friends, to learn the language and to live life. The train in Japan was a part of my life there as much as taking off my shoes in the doorway and eating with chopsticks. It was normal.
It's these dreams that keep me connected to a land I love and a place that changed me. A place that I "grew up" in and made promises to grow old in with friends. "If our husbands die before us...." that sort of thing. I love my dreams. I love that they connect me to a place where I can't travel physically to right now. So as long as they occur, I'll embrace them, enjoy them and run like mad to catch the next one.
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