Writings:2008 NaNoWriMo novel, Dreams

table and kangaroo girl

8:01pm JST Saturday 1 November 2008 (day 14101)

Had a chance to get a used table from a friend, so I solicited the help of some friends to help me move it. Richard (Kiwi) was helping move it when I arrived (late) with my group, and he was upset. I placed my hand on his chest and made eye contact with him for a few minutes as he changed from hot and sweaty to normal; emotionally angry to spiritually enlightened; and from Richard the Kiwi to Kim Sawyer, my warrior brother.

I then apologized to the group for making them wait again, thanked them for their help, and suggested that if we get just one person on each corner of the table, we could lift it easily, or two smaller people on each corner, and a girl went to the opposite end and just picked it up, "or one strong person to just get the other end," and we started to carry it.

She wasn't as strong as I thought and she struggled a bit to carry it; I considered asking for help again from the group, but didn't.

- - - -

Riding in a train along a river, there were plenty of people on it, but no windows to keep us all inside. We could see down the cliff into the river, and I noted with some curiosity (and excitement) that PB was sailing along the river. It looked really far away; farther away than the river itself (or the river must be really wide?)

The train driver announced something about waterfalls that I didn't understand, and then suddenly I couldn't see PB, because the river was right up at our level; because I had been looking back at the ship, I didn't see the water falls! The train turned to cross the higher elevation river, so we could see the water flowing off to the right of the train, off the face of the cliff.

Rolling across some islands in the water, we went by a family of kangaroos, one of whom was a really cute blonde girl with kangaroo body (a centauroo?), who waved to the train as we passed by. She saw how the train had no sides, so she suggested helpfully: "be careful!" as we passed by, even though normally she would just wave like a character in a theme park.

I said I was being careful, but then noted another equally cute woman on the train, just in front of me; under the guise of being helpful, I scooped my arm around her waist to ensure she said on the train.

As we progressed, I wondered if it was appropriate to have my arm around her, but she didn't seem to mind, so I just stayed there. Nice.

Arrived a a party, someone announced we could see PB, which was parked in the river, visible from an onsen. I was all excited like, "really? where? where?" because it was my first time in this area.

A guy pointed and was like, "roughly that way," pointing up a hill, so I started out, taking a dirt road that led roughly that way. He was like, "no nononono," as if I should have known better.

And I was like, "fahkoff, so show me," and he proceeded to walk straight down the little slope to go up the hill. I realized I had forgotten my camera in my haste to follow, but he had one in his pocket and threw it back to me. We were soon climbing up a rickety ladder with a goat standing on it. He made it past the goat, and I made it past the goat more quickly, and then past my friend. As we arrived at the top of the ladder, I realized we were in the onsen area, with two naked old Japanese men standing in the water up to their knees, looking at us as if we might be invading their space.

We remained quiet, to support the atmosphere, but then everything changed when I saw the ship. She was there, just beyond the onsen, chillin' in a nub of the river fed by the onsen runoff. The onsen remained, and a dinner party appeared around it, complete with cocktail dresses and a grand piano. I started taking pictures, but couldn't get very good shots, so I started running as I kicked off my shoes behind the grand piano and arrived on the other side of the ship, where I called to the driver (the ship was just a speed boat now), asking him to turn sideways so I could see the PB logo.

He did, and I took pictures, listening to the sound of the click to know it had taken. The lighting was low, so I tried to keep the PB logo in place in the viewfinder as the light meter ticked up from 0.00 to 10.00 in about 2 seconds. I wasn't able to hold it quite correctly, but a few times I got some nearly crisp shots of the ship. I knew there should be a way to set the flash correctly, but didn't know how to do it.

school

3:05pm JST Sunday 2 November 2008 (day 14102)

Classes continue as always. In gymnastics I wanted to add a new part to my routine, a double back layout. While I wore the safety harness, I was able to do the trick no problem, but it seemed to hold me down from doing it to my full ability. So when we took off the harness I launched way up into the air and overrotated so that I landed wrongly, like banged my butt and back and head, similar to my skating accident, but this time I maintained consciousness, and all my vital fluids, so that's a bonus. However, I stretched something in my spine, so our instructor suggested I find a yoga class to help it recover nicely.

Loads of homework in dj class; we are supposed to memorize the sounds on all the records in the station. I think it would be better to just download an imprint of them so we can actually see the sounds but the instructor was like, "back in my day we didn't have imprints blah blah," so if I do use that method, I better make sure I can still answer the questions in the way *he* wants them to be answered.

Blah.

Natalie the yogi

8:05pm JST Sunday 2 November 2008 (day 14102)

Overheard a woman talking on her cell phone as we walked out of the school into the U-turn pickup area. She said she was meeting Natalie, so I asked if she was meeting Natalie Ferris.

The woman didn't know her Natalie's last name, but I didn't give up there. I askd about the nature of their meeting. "What does Natalie like to do?" I asked. "My Natalie likes salsa," I offered, after hearing they were going to meet for yoga. "I guess we know different Natalies."

I kept hanging around, though, basically wanting to expand my people skills. I asked how they had met, but I don't remember the answer. Her Natalie arrived in the area and called to complete the visual connection.

We saw her on the other side of the U-turn, and walked over to meet her. After they said HI, I was like, "HI; I'm Rob," and "I was wondering if I could join, if that would be okay."

Natalie asked her two students what they thought, and when they said it would be okay, I asked how much she would charge for one lesson. Natalie said, "ten dollars, so I guess that's 1000 yen." Ah; she hasn't been in Tokyo very long.

I said, "excellent; I'd like to join," and as a joke, I gave her 1000 Vietnamese dong. None of them noticed, but the original woman I had met said, "it's actually 10,000 yen."

Natalie put the 1000 dong in her wallet, and I was like, "wha?" in my mind, and then said, "Okay wait; I have a little problem." I first turned to Natalie, "you said 1000 yen, and as a joke I gave you 1000 dong. I figured the others would notice immediately and then I'd give you the correct amount."

I then turned to Natalie and the original woman. "But she says now that it's 10,000 yen, and I must admit that at this time I choose not to pay that much for a lesson, but I would like your card, so I can pay that much in the future."

flying away from the bombs and into Sarah

6:25am JST Thursday 6 November 2008 (day 14106)

With some rebels from some arm in a field in a neighborhood, chilling on a picknic bench, one of them fired a missile from our location to a location on the other side of the houses from us. A big arc of smoke showed exactly the trail of the missle, but when it detonated, destroying all the area over there, no one knew it came from our group, except for our bosses who kept telling us (Jei) not to do that. He replied each time that he understood, and then immediately did it again.

They radioed him again and he said it was an accident. This time we saw the victims: some dark skinned guy with full beard and no shirt ran out of his house and yelled toward the fire fighters to spray him with their hoses to douse him so the imminent explosion wouldn't kill him.

They sprayed his front side, and he turned around and they sprayed his back. He ran out of the scene and then we saw the explosion from afar, brighter than the first time. ONe of the guys commented, "was that a 50 megaton?" And Jei goes "yeah."

I decided I didn't want to be near these guys anymore, so I started to leave. They were like, "where you going?" cause we were trapped inside this cafeteria sized room. I was like, "I can fly," and I flew up toward the ceiling (where I had to be careful of some high tension wires) and they were all, "whoah! he can fly! he can fly!" and they were thinking I must have some secret occult powers that they wanted. I had no plans to give them any such power, so I blassted out through the brick wall of the auditorium and basically went horizontally through the building, smashing through wall after wall.

I noted with some curiosity that I normally flew vertically through floor-ceiling after floor-ceiling. I was having a bit of trouble getting my full flying power to come, so I remained fairly affected by gravity, and ended up in a room on the far side of the building.

I thought, "I'll say in here where I'll have just three crumbs of food," but was a bit surprised/happy to see there were actually three hamburgers in the room, discarded yet intact on the floor. I explored around the room a bit and noted a propane stove was left burning, and another open flame was in the corner of the room. I turned off the flame in the sink, and noted its nozzle protective grill was still red hot.

Around that time, Sarah from OZ came into the room and started fighting/wrestling with me, as we both knew the red hot item could be used as a weapon. I was surprised by her strength, but then I did something caressing, and had a little fondle and sucked gently on her nipple. She relented and we began to kiss and make out.

Forgetting Names

5:13pm JST Monday 10 November 2008 (day 14110)

Arrived at a party and a woman was like, "do you remember my name?" and I immediately said, "Ebe!" and she was like, "nooo!" so I go, "Yuki! Yoko! Miki!" and she was like, "it's Yuko...." so I was like, "Yuko!" but she was unimpressed.

A bit later, another girl was like, "do you remember my name?" and I go, "Yoko! Miki! Yuko! Yuki!" and she's like, "It's Ebe." and I was like, "I said Ebe first a while ago for Yuko, [if that counts for anything]," but it didn't.

There was some discussion about why who remembers what names, and I told my version. I was like,

1. "First, I'm a visual learner. If I just hear someone's name, I'm very likely to forget it in two seconds unless I visually spell it in my mind, or carefully learn the kanji.

2. "Second, when I talk to people, I'm shy, and I don't look at their face. I'm like, "this spot on the ground looks pretty good; I'll just look at it." And this is even more pronounced with Japanese culture. We're not supposed to make eye contact. If she's an おばさん then I look so far away that I'm like, this," and turned my head to look the opposite direction, "oh hello, nice to meet you!" as I waved in the direction of my invisible granny. The girls laughed, so I knew they could relate.

3. "Third, and this is part of Japanese culture, Japanese don't tend to individualize themselves. When every guy has short spikey hair, and every woman has shoulder length dyed brown hair, and everyone is like, "I'm an office worker," and, "I like sleeping in my free time," how am I to make a file in my brain? "I'll just file this one in 'expensive hair tired worker,' It's not helpful when everyone is in the same file!"

I wondered about taking pictures of everyone, and really trying to make an effort at remembering names. When I was first advising in YRUU, I would spend hours poring over the mugbooks, carefully remembering all the youths' names. I could usually end up remembering most of the major cities / churches, and some addresses.

Perhaps U-cow's site could be useful in this regard.

Miki

6:23pm JST Tuesday 11 November 2008 (day 14111)

In a vehicle on a highway, sitting along the sides of the carriage. No one had to drive. I found out that the amazing tour we had of the city via ship yesterday was arranged by the mom of the family, so I thanked her profusely, and mentioned to her husband that he was lucky.

I was showing off my life-sized marble track to the group, and one guy crawled in to see it in more detail. I had parts of i covered with cloth for the party, so he couldn't see where to step. He stood on a part that was only thin wood, and it cracked as I told him as he fell through. I said not to worry about it; there were no marble track bits on that part of the track. The structure was basically made of three wooden pallets as in a grocery store, all connected in a vertical stack, like shelves.

Miki offered me another slice of pizza. Her sister was there and offered me some chocolate topping. I took the chocolate topping with my fingers and tried to eat it. Miki was a bit shocked, "can you do that???" but i couldn't answer as I was eating. I had a slight spill and got chocolate on my face. I laughingly answered her, "therefore, no. I can't do it." She giggled and I smeared a bit of chocolate on her face and she laughed.

So great to see Miki so happy.

Colleen

8:08pm JST Wednesday 12 November 2008 (day 14112)

At a UU assembly, held in a rather large collection of buildings. I was walking barefootedly outside on a balcony, enjoying the feel of gentle wooden planks supporting each step.

- - - -

On a train with Colleen, I was writing her a letter by affixing plastic letters with clothespins to a coat hanger.

S I N C E Y O U ' L L H A V E A R A I N C O A T , W H A T M O R E C O U L D Y O U N E E D ?

As I was affixing the letters, I was thinking about several different things, including how I was going to send her the coathanger, how I appreciated that she'd understand my joke, how much more time I had before arriving at my station, and how we would joke about it later when I told her she should definitely bring Monty Bear, her huge stuffed bear she won at a carnival.

Then I realized Colleen was watching from the other side of the train, so I rotated the hanger so it was pointing right at her forehead so she wouldn't be able to read the note. She laughed and crossed her eyes, pretending that would give her enough angle to read it. Then I realized we were at Motosumiyoshi, so I got off the train, leaving the coat hanger note with Colleen.

Dr Stable

7:37pm JST Thursday 13 November 2008 (day 14113)

In a hospital, hearing a page overhead: "Dr Stable, we're having trouble getting the patient stabilized for surgery. Dr Stable, we're having trouble getting the patient stabilized for surgery."

I found myself intrigued that the Dr's name was the same as the anti-condition of the patient, and that they announced the Dr's name, but not the patient's name. I wondered if it was code for something else.

9:37pm JST

I just remembered

Finally got to see Ami after her mom's death. She was finally able to cry without concern for others nor her surroundings. I felt happy that I could support her in this way.

climbing, KTRU, PB

5:18pm JST Monday 17 November 2008 (day 14117)

Climbing up a trail with janette's quilt as my only item, there are pine trees around, but a clearing in which the trail is climbing up the hill. The trail is drit while the grass around is nice and green. There are curious animals who watch e climbing. I walk up for a ways, wondering why I don't have any stuff. Have I left something down below? I don't want to go down and look for it

- - - -

I'm in a bunk bed inside a cabin, with a guy from KTRU zonked out next to me. Two female DJs come in and it's determined that he should sleep on top of me. I know we know we're all best buds and nothing we do will change that, so I say something like, "come here," with arms open wide, and he lies on top of me in my arms and we're careful not to have our faces close together, but I can feel his junk on my knee, so I'm a bit creeped out by that, and move my face a bit further away, making sure I can get fresh air, and not wanting to contaminate his air with mine.

Station manager Meg comes in as we are all four puppy piled on top of each other (with me on the bottom) and she comes in just as we've gotten ourselves arranged. She's just about to shout, "to attenTION!" and a couple of us open one eye as if to say, "you're not going to make us climb out of our comfy puppy pile, are you?"

- - - -

Watching a video starring the GET teachers from my voyage:

Kris faces Angie who asks "did you cut my hair?" and Kris goes, "and I dyed it purple."

Then Natalie faces Kris who is like, "did you cut my hair?" and Natalie is like, "and I died it purple," but in a different way than above.

This continues for a bit, and I wonder why I don't remember making this video until I notice some teachers who were *not* on my voyage. I realize this must be from their previous voyage (47th).

The video continues with a presentation from dancers right out of flying carpet Arabia. One scene of their dance featured a guy with a long curving sword, with a spiral end. He whirled it around his arms for a second and then ritually cut a broomstick into three pieces, but did it so quickly and precisely that the stick didn't fall even though it was only being held by the ends.

visa

7:23pm JST Monday 17 November 2008 (day 14117)

My visa status was incorrect, so I stamped a new stamp in my passport to fix it, but realized it didn't have all the same markings as an official stamp, so I wondered if it would work, or get me into worse trouble. Then I decided to scribble it out, but thought that might make things even worse worse, so I did nothing.

almost made it with Tamara

7:24pm JST Wednesday 19 November 2008 (day 14119)

In Tamara's experimental greenhouse, which was combined with her house, and featured all sorts of plants, mostly flowers, and bags of seeds and beakers and decanters of a biological laboratory, I was talking to her about possibly combining my seed with hers, to, just for experiment's sake, see what kind of offspring would be produced. I literally was thinking altruistically, and believed this experiment could be done without violating any social norms, nor agreements made with others. As we got into the details of how it would work, I began to realize it would require a direct deposit, as opposed to a combination in the lab. At first I was like, "ooh; this is great news!" and then I remembered the agreement I had recently made with Ami, and realized I shouldn't do this experiment, although I seriously considered doing it anyway, under the scientific endeavor of research.

Tamara began making preparations for the connection, and I began mulling over in my head if I could complete the task and what I would say afterward. Decided I probably shouldn't do it. Just as it was too late, I realized I *could* do it, for there would be no reproductions nor reprecussions, but it was too late; Tamara had left.

sandy beach with Dad

7:35pm JST Wednesday 19 November 2008 (day 14119)

About to go sailing with my dad, on a rather large cruise ship, we were waiting for the ship to arrive, but we were *not* in a port facility, nor even on a dock. Simply on a steep sandly slope that fortunately was not getting into my clothes despite having sat in the sand. I noted the sand was wet, but remembered I was wearing snow pants, so perhaps they were waterproofingly keeping the water from the sand from soaking through to my butt.

Around the point toward the right on this penninsula, we saw a large ship with KONAMI written on the side, offloading stuff directly to their sports facility. I was a bit surprised they didn't use the port, but decided it must be a lot cheaper to just haul their equipment up the hill, instead of hiring trucks to carry it across town. That gym equipment is heavy by its very nature!

Dad was playing on the sloping beach, causing an occassional slump of sand down toward the sea when he got to close to the steep part of the hill. After a bit, I could feel the sand eroding from under me, so I suggested that we move up a bit. Dad suddenly noted that he too was slipping, and I took his hand to pull him up. He had just gotten off work, so was wearing a striped gray suit, and had some papers in his hand. Likewise, I held the book I had been reading, _Bleeding Sun_, and didn't want to get that wet. So we inched our way up the hill, me crabwalking using my two feet, butt and left elbow as my left hand held the book, and my right arm extended to grab my dad's right hand, while he climbed forward up the hill, using both feet and his left elbow.

We reminded me of some sort of robot contraption, and I thought it might be easier if we had just put our respective reading material down, but then I realized the folly; they would get soaked! We made it up the hill to stable ground and I noted that a lot of people had accumulated, watching our climbing effort with some interest.

One guy spoke up, something like, "Now, check out these two, working hard to make it up the hill while not getting themselves dirty. A great effort required for such a skill!"

My dad chimed in "yeah!" with a tone of voice that says he's simply trying to make conversation, but didn't hear the details of what was said.

The guy continued, "all because our government decided not to build a dock for us. Mother fuckers."

My dad thought the guy was making fun of us, and was suddenly wishing he hadn't said anything until he knew what had been the guy's intention. I tried to explain, without drawing attention, that the guy was just angry about the lack of a dock, and was using our hard work as an example, and we shouldn't be embarrassed nor ashamed of anything; we're here having a great time! Who cares what he thinks!

visiting dad's house

7:23am JST Thursday 20 November 2008 (day 14120)

While watching a garbage truck be connected with a large trash can (or perhaps dumping its garbage out from the back of the truck), the captain of PB's new ship and I were having a casual chat when he asked a sortof weird question.

"If your father was the captain, do you think he would drink while working?"

"Well," I started looking for the 'correct' answer; I didn't know this guy well enough that I thought he might want the truth. "I'm sure that there's a lot of stress on this job, so it would be important to find a way to relax. But while *actually* *driving* the ship, I know he would not be affected by alcohol," I spoke a truth without revealing that I had never seen my dad drunk before, and think he may have stopped drinking altogether in the 10+ years that I've not lived at his house.

Later, driving Mr Van on the way to my old house in Spring, Texas, I came up on some construction right across the street from the house, but it was forcing traffic to divert such that I would have to go miles and miles around to get back to the house from a different direction. I thanked the construction guy after asking him if I could "just drive over the curb here," and into the drive way, and he said "no."

I noticed another equally short way I could get to the house, and I pulled into the driveway. I got my luggage out of the back of Mr Van, and pulled it up to the front door. One of the wheels made a strange repeated thunking noise, along with a scraping slide leading up to each thunk.

I opened the door to the house and was surprised to find Karen at home! I said HI to her, and she commented like, "I had wondered what that noise was, but I couldn't see anything through the window," which was lightly veiled with a thin white drape.

cow tipping

9:11pm JST Saturday 22 November 2008 (day 14122)

To give the cow a taste of her own medicine, he gently pushed with the two scoops of a front loader on the cow's butt, making the cow lean closer toward the fire. The cow started to squeal like a cat, but was no match for the mass and strength of the front loader. He then pulled the cow back, equally far away from the fire, and the cow continued to squeal like a cat. Because moving the cow away from the fire was less dangerous than toward the fire, he kept pulling until the cow was forced to sit down on its haunches like a dog. Then with the front loader, he gently lifted it back up to its feet.