I’d flown into Japan and I was wandering around somewhere. I was talking to either one of my brothers or a former housemate; I’m not sure. We were talking about visiting a mountain that I remember dreaming of a few months ago, but only remembered when it came up in this dream. This mountain doesn’t exist and to describe it would take a while due to how much parts of it shift about due to trying to get through the uncertainty I have surrounding those parts. Suffice to say it’s not quite shaped entirely like a mountain.
Anyway, we didn’t go to the mountain and instead went into a restaurant somewhere else. We went in, then I went out (I’m not sure if anything happened whilst in there. It feels like something should have happened, but nothing did [I think]) and talked to my former housemate (it was clear at this point) even though he was in the restaurant. Possibly.
Then I realised I was no longer in Japan but in Burwood NSW.
Well, I had to go back to Japan so the next thing I know I’m at the airport. My former housemate and I went off in different directions (though it may have happened earlier) and I was wandering through and the place seemed pretty compressed, though still spacious. There weren’t many people around and it all seemed quite quiet. I headed off to the plane that I needed to catch to get back to Japan and (I think) it was going to be a quick flight, which is what I was hoping for. Then I thought about whether I should go back.
On one hand this was a break and I enjoyed being in Japan the last time I was there. On the other, this meant flying back to Japan, then having to fly back home and that could eat up a lot of time and it also would cost a fair bit more than I wanted to spend. I was leaning toward going back home, but then that would be less time spent in Japan. I found myself caught in a small dilemma.
Then I woke up.