I had a dream.

Good evening, this is Kalo.

This evening, after I fed the cat, I started feeling a bit sleepy, so I lay down on my beanbag chair and stretched out.
I ended up falling asleep right there and had a dream.

It was hot in Tokyo today, too, so I had the windows wide open, the air conditioner set to high fan speed, and the circulator running at full blast.
Since I was lying in a spot where the breeze was hitting me directly,
I felt the wind on my body, and after a while, I started to feel a bit chilly.

(Dream starts here)
As I was lying there, feeling a bit cold, I sensed someone behind me. In fact, another futon had been laid out.
Then, that someone came up to me and covered me with a towel blanket and a down comforter (the ones I usually use on my bed).

That someone felt like my mother, but at the same time, it felt like a stranger. Perhaps I felt it was my mother because I sensed a very, very loving and gentle vibration coming from that presence toward me.
I was half-opening my eyes, aware that the presence was there, and for some reason, I was grinning and feeling excited. Then, perhaps because I thought I would be caught peeking when they covered me with the futon, I squeezed my eyes shut, and white light overflowed from the gaps, turning everything in front of me into pure white light.
After that, wrapped in a soft futon, I felt so comfortable,
and I drifted off to sleep again.
While I was sleeping, wrapped in a soft futon with an indescribable feeling of happiness, someone started pressing on my stomach rhythmically...
Kneading, kneading... like that...
When I realized it, my white cat was on top of my stomach, saying "Meow"
while kneading me (lol).

I woke up.

When I checked the time, over an hour had passed, and of course, I wasn't covered by any futon.
My skin was cold from being exposed to the wind (lol).

After I woke up, the sensation was so real that
I felt dazed for a while, still caught in that strange feeling.

It was a feeling where I couldn't tell where the dream ended and reality began, but
when I thought about it carefully, the place where I was sleeping in the dream was
the room in my parents' house in Setagaya where I lived from when I was about 3 until I was 27.
That might be why I thought it was my mother. I'm not sure, though.

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My parents moved out of that house over 25 years ago, and the house no longer exists, but until about 7 or 8 years ago, I often had dreams about the neighborhood of that Setagaya house.

Those weren't dreams where I was remembering my childhood when I lived there,
but dreams where my current self was driving a car through the neighborhood (even though I'm a paper driver and can't drive (lol)), or walking in a place a little ways from the neighborhood.

So, I've always had the feeling that my soul was actually visiting that place.
I wonder why I visit that town so frequently; I have a feeling that perhaps my particles are still lingering in that place.

By any chance,
do you all visit the town where you grew up in your dreams like this?

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By the way, now that I think about it, when I was living in that room in my parents' house that appeared in today's dream,
back in my 20s, I had several strange experiences that I still remember today.

What I still remember clearly is that I used to get sleep paralysis all the time, but one day during sleep paralysis, my body floated up from the bed and went higher and higher toward the ceiling, and then suddenly I fell and was slammed onto the futon. And,

once, when I was sleeping, in the space about 50 centimeters above the floor on the right side,
a crack about 1 meter long appeared in a straight line, and from between the crack, something like a human head??? fell with a thud onto the futon where I was sleeping (after that, for many years, I remembered the sensation of the weight of the head that fell at that time). That was an experience. (Horror 🤣🤣🤣)

Also, in that room late at night, I was watching a recording of a program where Uri Geller came to Japan and bent spoons, and when I tried doing it along with him, the spoon bent more and more until it was twisted around completely (lol). I thought, 'This is dangerous. All the spoons in the house are going to bend,' and I stopped halfway through.

And...

I ended up remembering some nostalgic things.

So, since I visited my parents' house in a dream for the first time in a while,
I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget, along with some nostalgic horror memories.

See you later.