For two straight nights in a row, I’ve been having dreams of being inside a plane. I’m going on a trip. Joy, joy. I’m sitting in one of the cheap seats in the cabin waiting for the plane to take off. It was a full flight. As the plane started to move, I could feel the sensation of the plane going down the runway and taking off. I look out the window and see the sky. It’s blue and clear. The flight attendant tells me to buckle my belt. I do not remember the details nor the faces of the other passengers on the flight.

I know I was going somewhere, most likely out of the country. But I don’t know exactly where. Vancouver? Montreal? Am I going back to Japan? Perhaps I’m heading for Amsterdam this time? I’ve always wanted to visit Amsterdam. I leaned back into my seat and closed my eyes for a nap.

Then I woke up.