Day 121 of writing every day.
It’s a cloudy morning and it looks like it’ll rain instead of being sunny. I don’t have much to do today except make a trip to the Immigration Bureau to submit a couple documents. Things would be simpler if I had permanent residency and they ceased to care about every time I change or leave a job. But I’ve stopped holding myself back with the imaginary “if only I had permanent residency” condition to delay doing whatever it is I hope to accomplish in life in Japan.
It doesn’t make sense to go to grad school and change to a student visa, plus I don’t really have any interest in going the academia route to accomplish something in a specific field. There’s nothing I have in mind that would demand a Masters degree or higher, though holding one might lead to higher pay on average.
I don’t have a dream job, I have a dream lifestyle. I want to spend time with people I care about without having to worry about having enough money to retire and be able to live to old age to die of natural causes. Maybe I’d like to own a house and practice some degree of self-sufficiency through gardening. Luxury goods don’t mean much to me, so it could probably be achieved at less cost than some of the ridiculous things rich people pay for.
I don’t spend much time dreaming about things but I do let my imagination run its course when there’s something coming up and there are many unknowns that make knowing exactly what to expect impossible. Would anyone call that daydreaming? Dreams do come randomly at night and I’m not one to try and interpret their meaning and read too much on why I had a certain one in the first place.
The other night, I had a dream while I slept. If I had to describe it, I was in a half sunken house and the water levels were rising. I stood on the half still on land and tried to turn it around or something. I wanted to get to my fish that we’re being kept in a fish tank. The half sunken house was tilted and things were sliding down towards the flooded area.
When I got to my fish tanks, it was too late. They slid down to the water and the fish were no longer in their tanks. Oddly, there were some dead fish floating in the water as well, but they weren’t my fish. I could see my small fish swimming around in the water oblivious to the situation, but there was no way to gather them again into a container before the house completely sunk. So I let them go and got out.
That was my dream. I don’t know what to make of it, but it was a unique one that I did remember after waking up the other day. Maybe it’ll fade out of memory later, but I don’t really know why I had this kinda dream in the first place.
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