I had a dream I was back in Tokyo.

I was back there, I remember the dream from a semi-3rd-person point of view. I was sent there, I don’t really know why or something like that, and it was constantly dark.

Tokyo. I hardly have a recollection of Tokyo at all. All I remember is just what I saw later on, but seems like I knew Tokyo very well in the dream, and that I was actually there.

At a certain point I remember sitting in a bus, thinking “hey, I know that person sitting in the seat in front of me.” The bus looked like a Danish bus, probably like line 14, the one that runs through Norreport and one of the Jordan Rundt cafés.

At another specific point I remember sitting outside. It was an open area, there were a few people saying things and running around. I was standing watching them. It was dark, and the walls of the tall buildings around the pretty-much empty lot were white. There was hardly any light. The ground was damp.

After that, I remember waking up and getting annoyed that I left Tokyo.

The girl in the bus. The person was a girl I’m pretty sure. I don’t know. I think I met her online or so, that’s what I remembered. And I sent her an SMS saying “I knew it was you” or something. I don’t normally send SMSs, but I did in the dream anyway.

What she did was stand up, her and the friend that was with her. She happened to glance at me, and I saw her face. She had a bag on her shoulder. White bag. Expressionless face. Japanese.

She saw me and moved on. I wasn’t angry at her for not recognizing her. Maybe I understood I was just a part of the scenery. It was as if she’s a stranger whose phone number I happen to know.

I think she was a symbol of sensei.

The bag, white. Canvas. Like the ones that appear in Murakami’s novels every now and then. Nakata’s bag; and Yuki’s bag. They shoulder it every time they want to move on. Every time they change their state, they shoulder it. She wanted to get off the bus.

Could she represent people I perceive as unenlightened? She wants to move on and is unresponsive to me.

I don’t know where the bus was going.

Bus number 14. I take it sometimes when I feel Japanese. I take it to Jarmers plads when I want to buy a new novel.

I left Tokyo before I could remember anything. It’s as if she moved on and I didn’t. I have a gap from that part on.

Then comes the empty lot part.

I woke up annoyed in the end because I realized I wasn’t in Tokyo anymore.

Ahhh…