This is an extremely
vivid dream, possibly the most vivid of 2017 so far.
I am driving in the
Sydney harbour tunnel with M. It is clear this is where we are
because the road and the signs are inherently familiar. It is very
dark and we cannot see each other, but we can hear each other
clearly.
He is describing how
he was looking for which train station I usually get on the train.
His description of a circular train network does not exist in Sydney
– and I wonder if he is talking about Japan? He says that he could
not recognise the characters for the stations it could have been
because they were in kanji – so we must have been in Japan then.
There were three names, but they are all lost.
His voice crackles
as he describes how it was all lost. We are both sad for a moment,
but soon we emerge into the daylight at the northern end of the
tunnel. The sun is blindingly bright as we take the Falcon St exit to
North Sydney. We pull up at North Sydney Boys high and park the car.
In the next scene,
I’m riding a bicycle around the campus. The grass is an impossibly
vivid green. I look down at the path I am following and marvel that
my body follows the path so intuitively. I ride the bike onto a
grassy part and feel the texture change. He is walking alongside me
and we laugh at the days when I did not know how to ride a bike.
All around us is the
scent of sakura. The time of year must be early spring, when Sydney
is dotted with pink cherry blossoms. There are dozens of schoolboys
bent over in the grass, picking up the petals of sakura flowers which
have fallen. We ride gently over to them and see that they are
putting the flower petals into big paper sacks.
What will they do
with all the sakura?
Then
I wake up.
