Hangovers and Astral Travel?
Yesterday was a public holiday here in Japan. Some buddhist thing where you are meant to go to the cemetary and pray for your dead relatives or something. I don't have any relatives interred here, and I'm not buddhist. So I didn't bother with that. Instead I used it as an excuse to get really drunk on Monday night.
I didn't originally plan to get really drunk, I was just going to have a few drinks with Rob at the izakaya across the road from my house. But by a stoke of luck one of the English teachers I work with at Kodama High was also there with two gym teachers, and they were very drunk! So they invited Rob and myself to join them. Which we did. It was pretty fun, especially when the English teacher's VERY young wife (I think there is something like a 20 year age difference) came to pick him up, but he passed out, so she just hung out with us for a while. Finally she woke him up and told him that he was rude for falling asleep on us, so he paid for the whole bill!
This was around 1am, and we were quite drunk, and having not spent any cash at that izakaya we decided to go to the Filipino bar down the road, where we drank whiskey and sang karaoke with old business men and young filipino women.
At some stage I was rather ill, this is when I discovered that I don't chew my food enough when I eat. I made Rob go and look and he agreed that it seemed as though I had regurgitated a whole steak.
I stumbled home and had to be sick again. But I didn't make it to the toilet, so there was a nice mess on the floor that I had to clean up in the morning.
After cleaning that, I went to Dennys for lunch (we were too hungoever to go for breakfast) with Rob, Norriko, Pierre, Shuri (Pierre's gorgeous wife), Glen and his wife, Katie (Glen's daughter) and Yukako. I hadn't seen Yukako for a few days, mainly because her Mother and Brother had been in town, but also because she had her haircut, and she is a little embarrassed by it.
Here is the SMS conversation we had about it the other day:
Me: Hi! What have you been up to today?
Yukako: Hiya! I went to hairdresser and had been shopping for my school. What are you doing?
Me: I just got home from work. Do you have a funky haircut now?
Yukako: I look like monkey!
(This made me laugh, because when I had my big mutton chop sideburns she kept telling me I looked like a monkey and should shave them off.)
Me: That's okay! People who look like monkeys are really very trendy and good looking.
Yukako: NOOOOO! I look like monkey, which has not take shower, cannot climb tree.. I hate it!
Me: hahahahahah
Yukako: Shutup!
After lunch at Dennys I went home and slept for a few hours, then Yukako and I went to Magles for dinner. After that we went over to her house, and hung out. It was the first time I have been there! She has the coolest oven ever! It connects to the internet and she can download recipes and they come up on the screen, then all she has to do is mix the appropriate ingredients, then pop it in the oven and press GO, and the oven knows how hot and how long to cook it for! SOooooo cooool!
She dropped me home at about 11:30, cause I was still really hungover and tired. But I couldn't sleep until after 3. And when I finally did sleep, I had bad dreams.
For a long time I have been having night terrors which usually happen in children, but sometimes adults. I'm one of those adults. Anyone who has been lucky enough to sleep in the same vicinity as me will know that I do occasionally wake up screaming.
What usually happens is that I have my eyes open, and can therefore see the room around me, but my subconious superimposes uncool stuff on-top. So I'll be thinking I'm still lying awake in bed, when suddenly someone will jump up from no-where and without warning stab me in the chest or something. It seems realler than real. At this point I am concious enough to know I am dreaming, and try to wake myself up. But often can't. I am being stabbed (or whatever) and I can't wake up, can't move, can't scream. Eventually I do wake up, rather violently, with a fair bit of movement and screaming.
Anyhow, last night I did things a little differently. I was in my room in Hojno, when someone jumped out and stabbed me, and I remember being terrified, as always. I recognised it as a night terror, and can quite vividly remember that I wasn't going to put up with it, being my dream and all. So I conciously changed the situation. I left my room in Honjo and transported myself to my home town of Bathurst in Australia. I knew exactly where I wanted to go, it was a concious decision, I believe I was lucid dreaming. I was standing outside the house I grew up in, I took a deep breath, and rushed through the hedge out the front of the house, and through the closed front window, into the bedroom that was my parents. But my parent's weren't in the bed, another couple was. I stood there and watched for a while, until the woman woke up and appeared to see me. I fled through the front window again and ended up back in bed, when I woke up feeling rather creeped out, but not screaming, which was cool.
The whole time I was aware that I was sleeping, and actually in bed in Japan.
Very strange, I wonder if I can do it again.
Rich
I didn't originally plan to get really drunk, I was just going to have a few drinks with Rob at the izakaya across the road from my house. But by a stoke of luck one of the English teachers I work with at Kodama High was also there with two gym teachers, and they were very drunk! So they invited Rob and myself to join them. Which we did. It was pretty fun, especially when the English teacher's VERY young wife (I think there is something like a 20 year age difference) came to pick him up, but he passed out, so she just hung out with us for a while. Finally she woke him up and told him that he was rude for falling asleep on us, so he paid for the whole bill!
This was around 1am, and we were quite drunk, and having not spent any cash at that izakaya we decided to go to the Filipino bar down the road, where we drank whiskey and sang karaoke with old business men and young filipino women.
At some stage I was rather ill, this is when I discovered that I don't chew my food enough when I eat. I made Rob go and look and he agreed that it seemed as though I had regurgitated a whole steak.
I stumbled home and had to be sick again. But I didn't make it to the toilet, so there was a nice mess on the floor that I had to clean up in the morning.
After cleaning that, I went to Dennys for lunch (we were too hungoever to go for breakfast) with Rob, Norriko, Pierre, Shuri (Pierre's gorgeous wife), Glen and his wife, Katie (Glen's daughter) and Yukako. I hadn't seen Yukako for a few days, mainly because her Mother and Brother had been in town, but also because she had her haircut, and she is a little embarrassed by it.
Here is the SMS conversation we had about it the other day:
Me: Hi! What have you been up to today?
Yukako: Hiya! I went to hairdresser and had been shopping for my school. What are you doing?
Me: I just got home from work. Do you have a funky haircut now?
Yukako: I look like monkey!
(This made me laugh, because when I had my big mutton chop sideburns she kept telling me I looked like a monkey and should shave them off.)
Me: That's okay! People who look like monkeys are really very trendy and good looking.
Yukako: NOOOOO! I look like monkey, which has not take shower, cannot climb tree.. I hate it!
Me: hahahahahah
Yukako: Shutup!
After lunch at Dennys I went home and slept for a few hours, then Yukako and I went to Magles for dinner. After that we went over to her house, and hung out. It was the first time I have been there! She has the coolest oven ever! It connects to the internet and she can download recipes and they come up on the screen, then all she has to do is mix the appropriate ingredients, then pop it in the oven and press GO, and the oven knows how hot and how long to cook it for! SOooooo cooool!
She dropped me home at about 11:30, cause I was still really hungover and tired. But I couldn't sleep until after 3. And when I finally did sleep, I had bad dreams.
For a long time I have been having night terrors which usually happen in children, but sometimes adults. I'm one of those adults. Anyone who has been lucky enough to sleep in the same vicinity as me will know that I do occasionally wake up screaming.
What usually happens is that I have my eyes open, and can therefore see the room around me, but my subconious superimposes uncool stuff on-top. So I'll be thinking I'm still lying awake in bed, when suddenly someone will jump up from no-where and without warning stab me in the chest or something. It seems realler than real. At this point I am concious enough to know I am dreaming, and try to wake myself up. But often can't. I am being stabbed (or whatever) and I can't wake up, can't move, can't scream. Eventually I do wake up, rather violently, with a fair bit of movement and screaming.
Anyhow, last night I did things a little differently. I was in my room in Hojno, when someone jumped out and stabbed me, and I remember being terrified, as always. I recognised it as a night terror, and can quite vividly remember that I wasn't going to put up with it, being my dream and all. So I conciously changed the situation. I left my room in Honjo and transported myself to my home town of Bathurst in Australia. I knew exactly where I wanted to go, it was a concious decision, I believe I was lucid dreaming. I was standing outside the house I grew up in, I took a deep breath, and rushed through the hedge out the front of the house, and through the closed front window, into the bedroom that was my parents. But my parent's weren't in the bed, another couple was. I stood there and watched for a while, until the woman woke up and appeared to see me. I fled through the front window again and ended up back in bed, when I woke up feeling rather creeped out, but not screaming, which was cool.
The whole time I was aware that I was sleeping, and actually in bed in Japan.
Very strange, I wonder if I can do it again.
Rich