My Subconscious Home

Besides writing this blog, I keep a personal journal at my bedside which contains the more intimate writings of my life. It’s also my dream journal. I want to share a dream I had a while back and I am reminded of this dream because I ran into some Japanese architecture, a Tokyo apartment designed by Sou Fujimoto. http://muuuz.com/2010/05/17/tokyo-apartment-par-sou-fujimoto/en/

I haven’t written in my journal since February 22nd. It’s as if I have nothing left to say, exhausted writing about the same troublesome things in my life month after month, week after week. My dreams are different. They are always new adventures, new experiences. I wonder what my subconscious is trying to tell me sometimes. If I am lucid enough, I make an honest effort to reach over to my journal and write or draw. That is the only way I can remember my dreams. They are but just momentary glimpses into my mind.  Here is what Sou Fujimoto’s apartment design reminded me of…

January 17, 2008 12:50pm

January 17th, or at least I think it is. I literally just woke up from a deep sleep and a wild dream. This might not make much sense since I am half asleep. I remember being in line at some theme park with my Canadian cousins. It’s weird how that is what I call them now, “Canadian Cousins.” You know that weird awkward feeling you get when you approach the ride and you have to figure out, “Dude, someone has to sit with a stranger in this ride because we’re odd numbered.” That was me. I was stuck with this girl on this ride. I remember I was taking pictures to use the flash to light up the darkness of the ride. I captured a few shots of the girl’s face. She was dark skinned, black or Filipino or something. She wasn’t anything beautiful, but she wasn’t ugly either. She was plain and ordinary as plain and ordinary can be. Her black hair blended into the background of the photo. We went through the ride together and emerged in this insanely Dr. Seuss like suburb. I, or my family, had just purchased a new house. I fell in love with this place. It was excessively hilly, but very green. As I tour the house, I started recognizing certain things about it. It was the home of a psychic I had visited in a previous dream! I wondered if I wrote about it. I’ll have to refer back to my previous entries. The house was unusual, but I loved it. The previous owner seemed very superstitious. I found all these charms outside. The home felt like a maze inside, but looked exceptionally small outside. It had a reading nook that I couldn’t reach. The guest room/house was held together with cardboard and duct tape. My father and I were more than happy to fix and rebuild it. We shared a few laughs and I wake up….

Edit: I found a note I made on my sketch that says “looks japanese-like”…