I’m coming down off of a long weekend of sorts… Thursday I got to sleep in a little bit before heading down to Morioka for our quaint little conference thing. We thought it would be funny to try to have one in Tokyo, but… maybe a bit harder to justify.
They had 南部美人 (“Southern Belle” sake) at the place we ate on Thursday, which I think must have some amphetamines in it or something, cuz I start rolling on that stuff like nothing else. Friday was Tiff’s birthday thing, which was nice, but they seemed to be short of anything other than tofu and chicken… served them fifteen ways each. I met a railroad man that was going to be an extra in a film shoot on Sunday, so I invited myself along of course. Saturday I woke up and made the mix for our dance class, and went to that, which was good good fun. The location pulled a stubborn j-style c-block on our using the sound system, so we had to use a boombox, but other than that it was cool. Hopefully I’ll be able to pull it together somewhere better next time.
On location in Iwate…
My dream as I was oversleeping this morning… I wanted to make a movie of me causing a ruckus in a public place in Japan. I decided to do it in the lobby of a huge hotel. Anyhow, I tripped on the carpet runner at the top of the stairs and slid down and down and down–I think there were 600 steps–pulling the runner with me. As I slid I closed my eyes. At the bottom of the steps, the staff of the hotel advanced towards me. Later. Standing in an entryway with a group of foreigners. A girl that I know well tells me that she really liked my movie. “But I made it in a dream… this is my dream!” I insist, but she just laughs me off. “Fine, I’ll just tell you next time I see you when we are both awake. Then you’ll know.” Then. I am on a bridge looking across the water at the city, and realize that I need to be awake and heading to work. I succeed in waking myself from the dream by inhaling my chewing gum. The problem. So I’m awake now for real, but this girl… who was she? I have no clue. I’m sure that I have never seen or met this person. Same thing a few nights ago, I dreamt that I was at the folk school, and everybody (four people, including my own mother) telling me that I should marry this girl (her name was either Peach or Ginger). In the dream I had known her my whole life (well, her whole life, she was a few years younger than I). I had never thought of her that way, but everybody pushing me that way made me really want something to work. In reality… this person does not exist, as far as I know.
Running up the hill was excruciatingly hard. I went to the folk school, they were shooting a movie there, and there were tons of extras. The scene was a graduation thing, and all the extras were in ties. The female AD asked me if I wanted to be in this scene with the “A” group, or if I wanted a more “personal” part. I was wearing a ratty dark green t-shirt with a disney chipmunk silkscreend on the front. I went to my tent, played with Misty for a little bit, got another shirt, then went to see the casting director. He put me in a scene with a band, maybe lead guitar, with his friend’s son. We shook on it, I was excited, but he looked stoned, so I didn’t know if I trusted him.