I arrived in Kagoshima, checked into the guesthouse I`d made a reservation at, and went exploring. There`s a volcano across the bay… somewhat active. I walked around a little bit in the town that`s on the volcano island, but decided not to try to go up it – I was feeling tired, and you`re not allowed all the way to the top in any event, for safety reasons. I took some pictures, which I`ll post later, since I`m on a public computer at the moment.
Last night I slept longer than I have in a long time. I guess I was tired – I`ve been feeling like I haven`t been getting enough sleep, lately, but unlike my normal self, I haven`t been simply sleeping more. I had a lot of dreams last night. Some were like being in a Korean drama – I`m still watching those, I carry around downloaded copies on my computer that I can watch in the evening or suchlike. And the dream I woke up from was really strange…
I had several children, with me, and I was traveling in Japan. The traveling in Japan part makes sense, of course, but why were these children with me? Everything was perfectly natural, in the dream. I had the kids with me for some logical reason – were they my kids? There were 2 or 3 kids, in the dream. The youngest was maybe 4, the oldest was 9 or 10. I suppose this is an outcome of being an elementary teacher? The last scene, before waking up, was where we were trying to get on board a bus to somewhere, and the youngest child had lost her hat, not paying attention, and we were going to miss the bus. She was crying. I efficiently chased after and scooped up the hat, and attached it to her head, picked her up carefully and jumped onto the bus with the others following. It was a happy scene in the dream, not scary or unpleasant at all. It was a kind of aimless domesticity, floating across my current landscape. But weirdly vivid, the way dreams sometimes are.