Each of the last two nights I have had dreams about being in Japan. I don’t know if this is because Joe is in Japan right now and I’m a bit envious of him or what.

Anyway, on Wednesday night I dreamed that I was in Japan at Hatsumi sensei’s house (but not the home that I’ve been to – it might have been some old home because it was rather beat) and he was speaking almost perfect English to me and the others who were in attendance. I remember thinking “so, he really DOES speak english!” and being amazed at just how well he was able to communicate.

Last night, I dreamed that I was going to Japan or was already there. It’s a bit of a jumble now, but I remember riding on trains and planes and being in some posh, futuristic hotel with a bunch of people I didn’t know. It’s kind of funny, because I’ve certainly never been to a nice hotel in Japan!