I dreamed about taking a flight to Japan on a whim. The airplane was shaped like the "Lying Bastard" described somewhere towards a hundred pages into Ringworld, wherein one's field of view in the pilot's cabin is something in the range of 180 degrees or more, then, I might imagine, exaggerated by the length backwards which the windows run, as well as possibly the speed the vessel is going. I'm actually not sure about that latter one. The aspect of no unrounded surfaces may not apply here. My memory begins as I'm storing my luggage, a suitcase and backpack, into the belly of the aircraft. I contemplate keeping one with me, deciding on the suitcase and consequently my laptop, before fuming out of the hull and then mistakenly towards the terminal. As my feet lift from its lip and my weight leaves it, you can distinctly feel its floor floating up as though stepping off a diving board. This, the unexpected change in scenery, and a low quality voice billowing out an intercom directed towards someone I might assume to fit my description, alerts me to tum around back into the plane. Our ascent follows first an inclination, leveling, and then another inclination before leveling for the final time. The period during the first inclination was accompanied by flying over a desert resembling Australia's Nothem Territory, characteristically Uluru. The plane grazes closely over it, giving both a natural anxiety and an opportunity to more intricately appreciate its textures. For example, as opposed to the consistent orange color it beam in real life, it instead has stripes running along it similarly to sandstone rock formations which can be found between Arizona and Utah. The manner in which the lines were drawn though as well as their shading gave me the impression of looking at a topographical map laid atop a 3D surface; I suppose it wouldn't be inaccurate to describe it either way. In addition to this, its shape was changed from the simple smear-like shape to resemble a mixture of the Superstition Mountains and the Chiricahua Mountains, distinctly presented in the latter's rock formations I'm leaning towards calling karst but that might only be accurate in describing the landscape towards Guangxi. These karst might be described to jut out from the valleys of the former notioned to perhaps credulous sierras. I don't believe I ever shared with anyone my logs of the first time I rode an airplane by myself last December, but one note I made was to draw analogy between a baby soiling itself on the first of four flights to, chapter 21 it must have been, of Chainsaw Man in which Denji's mouth is vomited into by Himeno under the, pretense wouldn't be accurate but I can't think of the right word, of a first kiss. As that unconscious association of ideas found itself unwelcomly applied to this dream, I had a child's feces thrown onto me. Whether it be in selflessness, in anticipation that others who likewise had themselves decorated with underage defecation will be lining up to clean their clothes and skin off with the isolated sink, I sat with it on myself for a short period. This pause had its description narrated, it may have just been a dramaticized stream of thought, then I left. I washed myself, then looked at my own face, which I'm suprised I did given my historical reluctancy towards human faces including my own, especially in the context of dreams where I'm encouraged to work with abbreviations and private language for ideas yet adequately catalogued, identifying both a lazy left eye and stubbled mutton chops. I didn't think much about it. The bathroom was spacious as was every other part of the craft. I used my laptop to read a spreadsheet for a language that someone showed me yesterday which they were making. The idea behind the language is to create a writing system for English using exclusively Chinese characters. This could be compared to RTK's attachment of keywords, but in this case both grammatical syntax/conjugation and compounds exist. This idea should not be confused with phonetic writing systems with discrete alphabets of some couple dozen characters. The manner in which the spreadsheet was laid out was relatively simple. In each cell existed one word in this constructed language. The backgrounds of these cells would be colored ranging from an opaque red to an opaque blue. These range indicated the amount of meanings or definitions that the word had. For example, a word like "read" runs six definitions in Oxford, the most obvious two definitions might be the process of looking at and comprehending something, and then the past tense of that. This would move it towards one end of the scale. In addition to this, the color of the cells' backgrounds would differ in transparency to designate another scale, though I can't say I remember what it was. Cells can be sorted into rows and columns depending on the desired scale to measure, though a suppose columns alone may suffice in retrospect. What made up the tail end of this dream segment I didn't describe in the notepad very descriptively, but I did find it emotionally impactful enough to feel doubt and dread upon waking up from it. I would be spending this three month period in Japan riding a rented bicycle and camping supplies across the country to as many provinces as I could. Along the way, I blogged to various people in DM, I noted Hokage. Eventually though I woke up from it, I couldn't believe it given how closely I felt it reflected my real desires. It's the sort of thing that I felt if I had some few thousand dollars I ought to do right now. The night's second dream sequence took place in a setting which could be described as the boundary lying at the forefront of a skybox composed of models rather than textures alone. That is, where plains turn to hills only hilly enough to describe as such from one direction. Between these hills were ponds of water, I entered into one such. Something about this air, what was it, maybe I felt it once before while playing The Stanley Parable, I don't recall. The corpse of rabbits brushed against my body as they floated over the water, as much as I tried to push them away they kept moving in my direction as though a balloon away from the ground. I picked up one of the corpses and held it in my hands, felt the pads of its paws and the warmth left in its body. Again now, something brushed up against me, this time miniature and variously colored origami. Cranes, lotuses, frogs, butterflies, crows, and of course: rabbits. I start folding my own, letting them drift across the surface. Origami then found itself lined across a countertop in a restaurant I was working in named Quotations. I had enough lucidity to acknowledge the unfamiliarity with the situation, but not to do anything more than look around for a menu to see what we served, in this case things like noodles, rice, and coffee. A bowl of rice, however, costed forty dollars in whatever our currency was. Was that expensive? My manager came in to relieve me of the 36-hour shift I had just worked, though before being able to take her up on that relievement, the upper floor started to grow in noise, customers began to trickle in. I ran from the outer side of the counter towards the inner side so I could help one such person out, a shirtless man. Though, rather than ordering, he came to tell me, muffled by the noise upstairs mind you, that the restaurant was making enough noise that his neighboring office couldn't work and were bleeding money, couldn't even afford a shirt it seems. A nearby fan to my left disconnected from the ceiling in the middle of his speech and began swinging back and forth by a single cable, the man stormed out. Another man walked inwards slowly, holding a rifle along his chest. Thereafter ensued a running away from this character, through walls, through floors, despite being in different rooms still being able to understand where he was. The space outside drew on somewhere between the boat, ship, or dock dreams I have a tendency to talk about, the Romeo and Juliet, was it 1968, movie set, and something from Romeo and the Black Brothers. So on, so forth, through a hotel, and then through a grocery store, finally towards an emergency staircase running downwards. I saw an employee of the store, gestured to him to follow me, if he did I didn't notice his footsteps behind The room downstairs can be described similarly to a screenshot from Team Fortress 2 that I've shared here before. Bottom of the staircase leads to a square opening, the opposing wall has a large fan sucking air into it, as is indicated by a camera shot zooming into rocks and pebbles moving towards it in a triangular shape. On either side of the fan is a vertical opening into the hallway behind it. Standing in the room are two boys, too young to be employees, one beating the other. The larger of the two drops the smaller, suddenly begins crying as he believes we arrived to punish him. I wake up around this point. I don't think I put in more than six to eight hours of sleeping altogether, but the concepts were pretty detailed I think.