We were separated into teams of four people or so at my laboratory, and competed in making a multi-platform software tool kit applicable for something I do not remember. I was explained by someone (probably a male) who must have been one of my teammates that the current postal system can be helpful in developing such a tool kit.
Several teams were discussing about their plans and problems in a
small room in the laboratory. Then the sponsor of the competition
who is a white haired man appeared, wearing a pair of brown slippers.
Because of that, we agreed, the competition would be a big success.
I was a member of the crew of a TV variety show. The singer named Nishida called in sick. She caught a cold. We had a back-up but she also was sick. The back-up singer was fat and her skin was dark. She came to us to explain the situation: she realized she could not come when she was doing her makeup. "You know, it's difficult to move when you do your makeup," she said. Singer Nishida came too but she was now transformed into Uchida, equally popular personality on TV.
She seemed sorry that she could not appear in the show. But either
the producer of the show or the manager of the singer suggested that
we should go drinking anyway. So we did. Uchida felt somewhat better
and began to dance. She danced with an actor, and then with an
actress who is a comedienne. They seemed like they were dancing
Tango. Uchida's legs seemed wet. I thought that although she may
look OK, she couldn't have appeared in the show anyway because
making a show takes much longer and she wouldn't have that much
energy left in her.
After that I returned to my apartment. There were lots of mails in my snail mailbox which was as big as a VCR. There was a green mailbox on the side in which I found an opened envelope. I figured I put it there and forgot about it.
When I opened the door to my apartment, I suddenly realized that I
left my dog (who is already deceased in reality) in the apartment the
whole day long. I was afraid that if he was starving it would be my
responsibility. He opened the slide door to the living room and ran
to me. He had a DAT cassette case stuck in his hair. I carefully
removed it and hugged him.
Then there was a phone call and I answered it. It was from my landlady, and she told me it was about the other apartment building she owns. At first I did not know what she was talking about. She said that the medical operation for that very sick old tenant who was suffering from a heart disease was over. She said that the actual problem was the other old senile man who thought that the operation was evil and tried to destroy the scene. She told me that it was at last OK.
There were also some stories at my office.
When I woke up from this dream, the music from Uchida's TV
advertisement was playing in my head.
I was waiting for people to have their own web pages. Then there was a belt of pages with the same flower (this is what I wrote when I woke up this morning. I guess it made sense to me then).
A boy was waiting in a garden of a buddhist temple. I seemed like to
be his teacher in his school. I think he was trying to match me
with a female colleague of mine.
I was a guest in a variety show on TV. There were lots of young comedians in the show. A male duo was appreciated from elder comedians. Their way of talking to the audience was very frank.
I was packing my clothing as I talked to a comedian wearing black sunglasses. There were more clothing than I usually have, and I was using three suit covers instead of usual one. I was also very deliberate in folding my white shirts.
Some woman from the graphic forum in the board confessed that she was an employee of the company I work for. She said it is a good company to work for if you want a global activity for just a couple of customers. Probably, I thought, she meant that the company is trying to make a public image which is bigger than reality. She was making her point with a strange green graph which I, if I had a time, would draw.
There was a new student in an English school, and a young comedian named Degawa thought her English was good. I disagreed although surely she was better than most students. I do not remember how she looked.
I was staying in a hotel. Then I was on an express train. I
remembered that I had to write down my dream and picked a pen and a
pad from my travel bag.
