Strange Dream

[fbhjr]

My wife and I were traveling in a city that I think was Japan. Someone was with us named Martha. I think it may have been Martha Jones out of Doctor Who.

We were supposed to meet someone else on the other side of the city. I had thought I had a good route mapped out and we took off in our rental car.
We ended up in an area that looked like an American shopping center with all US based stores.

I climbed a mountain next to the road and looked down. All of the roads curved back on themselves. So, no matter what road I took, or what the signs said, I would end back at the mall.

We went to the mall and asked how to get out.
"You’ll never drive out," we were told. "You must take the subway and stop at the special stop, go through that section of the city and go out the other side."

We got on the subway as directed.
The stop we were told to use was no the modern stone and metal station the others were. Instead it was all bamboo.
When we got off of the subway onto the platform, the train roared away.

On the other side of the "track" an old man walked onto the platform.
He picked up a jug and took a very large drink out of it.
Then, he began spitting water into the air between us. But, the water stayed suspended in the air when he did it.
"Earth! Air! Water!" he shouted as he spit out more globs of water. "Man and I have recognized each other!"
When he said the last, a huge wave of water raced through the station along the tracks.
After it passed there was a bridge of water over to his side. He motioned and we walked across it.

The city on the other side looked like it was several centuries in the past. Everything was made of wood or stone, the roads were dirt, there were only hand powered machines and all of the buildings fairly small.

The water spitting man had disappeared, so we walked along the main road. A woman welcomed us and brought us into her shop.
The shop was filled with many fantastic things. We spent a long time looking at them all.
But, we decided all were too big to carry with us.

After a while we realized Martha was no longer with us.
"She is probably at the restaurant down the road," the woman with the shop told us.

We walked down the road and there was an open air restaurant that was under a roof, but had no walls.
Martha was not there, but the man running the shop invited us to stop and eat.
The food was wonderful. It was a mix of sushi and cooked food, some of which I did not recognize.
There was more than we could eat, so he packed the extra in a styrofoam box. It was the only modern thing we saw in that section of the city.

We resumed our search for Martha.
"She may have taken a boat ride," the sushi man said. "They are very popular."

We went where he directed and there was a very thin river and a man with a boat.
We got in and he started us along the river.
It turned out to be like and amusement park water ride. Every so often we would make a rapid decent and water would splash over and get us wet.
One of these times it washed my leftover food overboard.

We looked across the city as we floated along, but couldn’t see Martha anywhere.
Finally we went down a very steep decent with a big wave.
The boat came to rest inside a building that turned out to be a gift shop.

As we looked around at things, we realized that they didn’t have anything really to do with the boat ride or the part of the city. They were all things that seemed to be things that had been lost in floods, rivers or the harbor.
I found a picture of someone in a wooden frame where the frame was carved Japanese letters.
I found my leftover sushi.
I applied the implications of everything here being lost in the water to the people we had met here.

"We have to leave, now!" I said to my wife.
"We haven’t found Martha," she said.
"True, but we can’t afford to stay here any longer."

We walked out of the building and saw what seemed to be another subway station. It was raised up above the ground on a bridge made of bamboo. It seemed to be spanning the thin river where the boat ride had been.
We went up into it and saw it was like a modern subway station, but all made of bamboo. There were no rails in the middle, but a dirt floor. Several trains of carts were going up and down the middle being pulled by donkeys.

As we looked around, I saw Martha coming down the street dressed in a blue kimono.

I waved for her to hurry up and she started towards us.
As she started up the stairs to where we were, the small water spitting man showed up.
Martha reached the entrance, but was stopped by someone.

"You can’t go in once the ceremony has started," the told her.

The water spitting man appeared to be doing something with the jug, but I wasn’t sure what.
Martha jumped into the river and swam under the bridge to the other side. She then climbed up on the bridge and walked backwards onto the station.
This seemed to fool the guard into thinking she was OK to be there.

But, as she walked backwards, she walked too far and fell off again into the river.
As she hit the water her kimono flared out and what looked like ink shot out of it. She shot under the bridge again, out of the water and back onto the platform.

The spitting man picked up the jug and began to drink from it.
He began to spit.
"Earth! Air! Water!" he shouted as he spit out more globs of water. "Man and I have recognized each other!"

The bridge formed in front of us and we walked to the other side. As soon as we reached the other side, I could see the modern city outside the station.
Dream ends.

There was originally much more to this dream. When I got up I struggled to remember as much as I could so I could write it down before I forgot. Even as I wrote it, bits of it were slipping away.

I know there was much more in the modern city before we found the special section.
I know there was much more in the shop we visited in the special section.
I know there was something I found in the gift shop that made me sure we had to leave at once. The photo I found there was part of it, but I can’t remember why it was so important.

I have no idea what led to this dream. Last night at game night we played a game of being an 1800’s British explorer and one of fire works. The fire works game is from Japan, but isn’t set there or anything.

Maybe it has been building up since the kids were here last month. They are certainly addicted to Japanese anime…

Comments

[hindustar.livejournal.com]

"Earth! Air! Water!" he shouted as he spit out more globs of water. "Man and I have recognized each other!"

That is beautiful! I love that.

[fbhjr.livejournal.com]

That was one of the parts I said "I MUST remember this when I wake up!"
I have no idea where it came from.
And, even in the dream I wondered "what about the other two elements?"

[ravena-kade.livejournal.com]

maybe your wife was the fire element since she eats fire.

[hindustar.livejournal.com]

Love this idea. <3

[chaquir.livejournal.com]

now that's an awesome and detailed dream!!