I guess this is all like one big bout of Deja vu for me, but just like fall 2006, I now stand on the threshold of new phase. I suppose there are many preparatory things that I need to do, but I find myself distracted and apathetic at the moment. I work. I write. I eat. I play games. I go see movies. I watch TV. I buy random stuff at Wal-Mart. I dream, and because of those dreams, I'm starting to wonder if my subconscious is on to something.
I had a dream last night where my house had been converted over to a strange wooden structure that was conveniently placed on stilts over an area of marsh water. I, however, still was going about my usual things. I climbed up a braided branch rope to the second floor and checked my email. I dozed on the sofa and woke up to read the newspaper after hearing its "thud" upon the door. Then I woke up.
My mom was shaking me as I lay in my hammock bed suspended over the marsh waters. She didn't say anything to but just looked towards the front door. Beyond the odd cracks and hollowed out areas of the tree limb wall that was around our front door, I could see a huge white bus. It was perhaps a tad more streamlined than the usual bus, but that wasn't what concerned me.
A large group of people milled about the outside of the bus. I ran to and flung open the door. An official carrying a clipboard stood there and asked in an overly casual manner, "Well, ya ready?" I was very confused until I noticed the circular tag that each person had over their heart. It was a small yet semi-ornate sticker with three bold letters: JET. I asked the official, "Why are you here?"
"It's time to go to Japan, kid."
"Wait, was that today?"
"No, we bumped it up."
"Give me a second..." was all I could blurt out.
Shutting the door in his face, I froze behind the door. Now what do I do? I'm not packed... in fact I haven't even bought close that is work appropriate in Japan. I don't have gifts yet. Argggh!!! What was I going to do? I ran this way. I climbed that wall. I ripped open my dresser and flung open my closet. Seemingly at random to an outsider no doubt, I set my mind on turbo and chose things with as much precision as I could. Books, practical objects and things that I never planned to bring all were tossed down a floor into a huge cardboard box and a suitcase. Wait a second...
What was that box doing down there... ? I paused at the edge of the flat board that made the boundaries of my room.
I thought this seemed odd. I recognize that box. That is the box I'm using to hold things that I want to bring to Japan with me. At least, that is what I'm doing in real life with it. And since when did JET go with an all-white dress code... ALTs aren't even connected with anything medical.
Sitting up, I realized myself back into reality. "Wow, enough of that," I said to myself. "Stupid overactive subconscious." Muttering to myself, I rolled over, reset my alarm for twenty minutes later and went to bed again. I better get things organized now, I thought to myself as I settled back into dreamworld.
The countdown for Omaha: 17 days
The countdown for Chicago: 18 days
The countdown for Tokyo: 20 days until I arrive in Hiroshima.
I’m, the conscious me, not aware that I'm leaving, but my subconscious is working overtime trying to make sure I don’t forget anything. Regrettably, it is already stressed so my dreams are being affected.
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