Sunday, 5 January 2020

Dream journal: Fourteen

This is the fourteenth in a series of posts chronicling dreams I have had. As usual, the date shown is the date the dream was captured. This is always the morning after the night the dream took place. You can’t wait very long before capturing a dream because it soon disappears from memory.

20 November

Dreamt I was working at Yamatake (I worked there in real life from 1992 to 2001 and left under a cloud when they sacked me after I became ill) and Donald Trump was the new “bucho” (section or department manager; a senior position).

All the people around me were saying Trump was the worst bucho they had experienced, but I found him to be courteous and polite and considerate. I had some opportunities, in my lowly role, to talk with him and he always treated me nicely.

I had to transfer phone calls to him a few times. Once when I transferred a call I didn’t give my name at the outset, which I should have done in order to effectively inform him where the call was coming from. I didn’t disclose this information because I was shy, and I guessed, later, that he had been puzzled by the reticence I had displayed when confronted by his seniority. When talking with a bucho in a Japanese company you normally show deference, but my display of this attribute was, apparently, unwarranted in the case.

27 November

I had two dreams, one of which involved Julian Assange. In this dream, Assange was with me and a group of other people and we were moving across a landscape filled with streams. Unassisted by equipment, Assange was diving into water and staying beneath the surface for variable periods of time. As we progressed across the countryside, we would plunge into water and come out the other side of each of these streams, then move over land, then plunge into water again. I don’t remember all the details, and many things that I saw in the dream disappeared by morning.

Then I had another dream. I was in Japan and was going home from work with a number of colleagues. I was near my house in a part of Yokohama that I recognised. As we passed a building or a street I would point it out to the people I was with and tell them where we were. "I know this place," I thought to myself. "I recognise it."

Then we were closer to my home but it was dark and it was still a long walk to get there, so I asked if I could catch a cab. The man who answered me said that I would not be able to catch a cab. He was senior to me but not very senior in the company hierarchy. In the dream I knew that he was an L3; I was an L1 but not a “sei sha-in”, in other words I was like a contractor and not an employee with full rights and privileges.

I got angry with him and said that, if I was a woman and tried to walk home in the dark and then got raped, he would be responsible. My reaction to being refused the money to get a cab was unreasonable but, I thought, the guy I was talking to was also being unreasonable. The rest of the dream didn’t come back to me after I woke up but there had been some form of violence and the tall man with the pale face I had been speaking with was exposed to it.

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