I have always paid close attention to my dreams, even though most of them are rubbish. Recently (like in the last couple of weeks) I had a dream in which I was returning from a skiing/snowboarding mountains of Japan, through the brown and grey Kanto plains, towards Tokyo. Today I found myself on a television assignment in this particular part of the world, which is called Saitama prefecture. I was sitting in the back of the minibus, on the way back to Tokyo, when I suddenly realised that the view out the window was exactly the same view I had seen in the dream. In fact, I was able to take a photo of it, because my camera was nearby. So, the scene I saw in my dream, came true before my eyes, and now I have a photo of it:

So, it turns out we both know the same guy, who had minutes previously invited both of us on the same snowboarding trip. Strange coincidence -- or was it more than that? Or perhaps it was one of those "cluster of coincidences" I have heard talk about.

Later I found that this Jonathon guy that I talked to on the bus was in fact something of a famous actor -- not quite famous, but he has made regular appearances on US TV. It turns out he had a role on one of the STAR TREK spin-offs, like Babylon Five of something. Now I think about it, I thought he did kind of look familiar when I met him. The people you meet.

Last night another dream came true when I realised I could multiple girlfriends in Japan. It was my Christmas present from the Universe. On that December 25 evening in Japan, feeling all bitter and blue from my relationship traumas with A. -- let's face, we split up -- I went out with former girl M, and some of her friends. Things went well -- here are some pictures:

One of my old plans in coming to Japan was to establish a kind of "Australian colony", given that many of my Australian friends have some kind of connection (�֌W) with Japan. Already, one of my Australian friends has moved to Japan, and will probably remain for the rest of his life. Tonight I met up with another Australian friend who has a Japanese heritage, but lives in Sydney, but makes regular trips to Nihon -- Gotaro Uematsu. We ate food, drank and played pool. Here are some photos:

But more than that, was the feeling of modernity as I caught the train to Tokyo's Haneda Airport, passing some of the most futuristic looking bullet-trains I have ever seen, as well as the futuristic Tokyo skyline. It is truly a wondrous city. Then, upon my arrival at Haneda, I caught the one-hour flight to Tottori, all the time feeling like I had truly arrived -- that I was some kind of star! Even though of course I am not! It was my first ever business trip, and hopefully not the last.

Some of the photos I took in Tottori, which is famous fpr its sanddunes:

For example, for the past three months I have usually been able to see A. twice every week, although recently this has dropped to only once per week. However, next week I will be going away to Okayama (western Japan) for a film shoot, and then when I come back next week I have to work at a Christmas party. In other words, there seems little chance of me seeing A. next week. The week after that, A. will be going to Niijima (an island south of Tokyo) for an art project. So, it's entirely likely that I won't be able to see her in that week as well, even if she wanted to. More alarmingly, all of the big coming holiday events have been swallowed up by invitations to see other people -- on Christmas Day some of my students want to cook me nabe (Japanese winter stew), and on New Years Eve my Soka Gakkai friends want me to go to a party with them. I had imagined spending these important days with A., but it seems that Fate is intervening, and keeping us apart.

The question is: does it mean I should move on, find a new girlfriend -- or is it paradoxically a chance to strengthen the relationship? After all, sometimes you don't realise how much you love someone until they disappear. In answer to the above question, I think that both options are possible. I could move on to a new girlfriend (temporarily) while in A.'s absence, my love for her grows and intensifies -- and then one day we see each other again, and the relationship starts anew, only more passionately than before. That is my prediction!

So anyway, I started the day in a somewhat grim and lonely mood, despite the gorgeous sunshine streaming through my bedroom windows. Although it was a Sunday it was another work day for me -- I had a two-hour English lesson with my Korean student, Kim, to earn another 2000 yen for my cause. Not that it was real work -- just free conversation about politics and relevant issues, and towards the end, A. crept into the conversation. It's strange that talking about a problem with someone else seems to dampen the pain and put you into a more positive mood -- I have heard it said that in particular writing about a painful episode is very therapeutic. When the lesson was all over I got dragged into a social gathering which I was initially dreading, but which surprised me with its coolness and good vibes, even if every single person in the room was a freak (and that's including me.)

MY INVOLVEMENT WITH THE SOKA GAKKAI spiritual group is one of the stranger tangents of my life, and at times resembles a Monty Python comedy. Despite the fact that I do not believe in it and regard their practices as boring and mindless, I am officially a member and praised by some as a future leader of the organisation! I have read plenty of scary stuff about the upper echelons of power in the group, which claims 10 million members in Japan. In fact, I get the impression Soka Gakkai is fascist in nature, with its blind obedience to the group and militaristic music and rituals and so on. On the other hand, in a paradoxic way, the Soka Gakkai members I have met seem almost casual and non-religious in their approach. This evening's social event, although ostensibly a religious study meeting, was almost devoid of religious content. Instead, we drank beer and Jinro Korean wine, ate sushi and nabe (a Japanese stew), and told dirty jokes -- the walls of the room were covered with posters of topless women. Apart from a few minutes' prayer at the beginning and end of the party, the topic of religion wasn't mentioned at all.

Which is just as well, because organised religion bores me to tears!

WHAT A GREAT COUNTRY THIS IS (sometimes)! I joined a talent agency in Tokyo earlier this year in the hope of getting some action on the acting front, and have since then made several minor appearances on Japanese TV. Last week, however, I hit the jackpot when I was offered an on-location assignment in Okayama, western Japan (between Osaka and Hiroshima). Not only I will be the star of the show (some kind of TV drama), but I will get a free flight from Tokyo to Okayama, a few night's accommodation in a hotel, and 20,000 yen ($200) per day. And this despite the fact that I must be one of the worst actors I know!

The great thing about this sudden offer is that I was scheduled to fly back to Australia this weekend, but I had to cancel my holiday due to a lack of funds. Now, out of the blue, I have been rewarded with a free holiday from the gods, and I will be able to see a new part of Japan. I am looking forward to taking plenty of photos there, of different aspects of Japanese life -- getting drunk in bars and that sort of thing, Okayama by night. I am sure I will have plenty of adventures.

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a lure = catch.

As in, lure something, then catch it. And fishermen use a lure to catch their fish. Or use just plain allure to catch your prey!

My dining experience at Watami was only the beginning of a beautiful weekend dominated by grey skies and winter warmth under the futon.

However, much to Akiko's chagrin, the tables at Watami were stacked high with plates of meat like chicken and fish with their heads still attached, and little itsy bits of ham and skewered bird meat and stuff. To make matters worse, everybody was trying to ply me with glasses of beer, wine and Japanese rice wine. I generally try to eat vegetarian when I am with Akiko because she is a vegetarian and I want to get into her good books. I also generally abstain from liquor when I am with her because she thinks I am an alcoholic (it's only partially true!) Nothing irritates her more than to see me drinking a beer and eating a big piece of meat. All well and good and healthy, I agree, and I want to cut down. Unfortunately, Japan is no place to be if you're a vegetarian and/or a teetotalor. Everywhere you go there is meat and booze. There's no escaping it!

I figure, in my go-with-the-flow approach to the Universe -- if you can't fight them, join them! This is of course an impossible course fo action for vegetarians, because it would involve making a compromise. And compromises are one thing that vegetarians just don't do.

Anyway, this morning I picked up a book in my room which I had borrowed from my boss at the end of 2002, and decided it would be good to read it. The book in question is Jonathan Swift's "Gulliver's Travels", the classic children's story/political satire from the 17th Century. Within one page of starting this book the hairs on the back of my neck started to go up. The writer describes his voyage to the South Seas: "On the fifth of November, which was the beginning of summer in those parts, the weather being very hazy, the seaman spied a rock, within half a cable's length from the ship; but the wind was so strong, that we were driven directly upon it, and immediately split." I thought to myself: Here we go again?" Another book about ocean currents and shipwrecks. What the hell is going on here?