I visit some place deep in rural Japan and decide to live there… Alli Warren too is there… I move from my apartment here in Brookyn to there because one day I take a walk in that village and there is snow but there are also jonquils… and in a tree.. something I think is first a snake and then a tiger but ir turns out to be som kind of giant SKINK
but with markings like a tiger or spotted horse… it is all so unbelievably magical, the beauty of the nature around me, that I feel I have to live there
anyway… it seems that I and Alli have married farmers… we have married these simple and crude farmer guys of the countryside I have sold my apartment and moved into this other apartment. I have gone through my clothes and moved from Tokyo or New York or wherever I was. many of the clothes I have to sell and get rid of because they no longer fit me, I’ve become so thin and anyway I don’t need them in the coutryside
and… I go back to my classrooms in Tokyo or New York or wherever I teach… I have these huge classes there… and I tell them I am moving to the countryside… I talk to Nancy about it she says yeah I almost moved there at one point….
I say it is so beautiful there… and I have come to the place in my life where I need a change
and I hitch a ride back to the country side with some people I don’t know… and it’s weird… I ask if we’re going north… but I can feel we are driving south… and they say yes… but it must have been another road, one I don’t recognize, because we go through a kind of neon Chinatown las vegas kind of place and I say, oh this isn’t right… and somehow I get back to the village… where there is a little pub… something about a little pub… anyway I am in this new apartment… I guess with my farmer husband? at parts of the ream I am single other times not… anyway… I notice that when I look out the window… which is oddly shaped… that I see these sort of snowy muddy dots… not the sky… and I hear a rushing sound… and it seems that there is a giant flood… pulling me along… rushing… and I notice… that I am not in my apartment any longer but in a boat…. and I am there with my husband… and I we have never had sex before but we have sex for the first time, I guess because I am so grateful to him for saving my life…. he must have carried me up from the apartment to the boat…
and also it seems we have two kids
and Alli in a parallel situation has two kids, or maybe three… and it turns out we are in this flood, this flood, see, and when we are saved we are in someplace urban. It is a combination of NY and SF… but the thing is that now we have these bumpkin husbands and all these children to support… there are these giant documents on brown cardboard paper bound with huge magenta staples… listing all of our duties as rural wives… and there are scenes of me with I guess my mother or grandmother in laws going over the rules… there are piles of vegetables in plastic colanders… traditional ways to prepare things… and they are teaching me
and there are manuals about how to behave… rules… like, even though in extremem poverty do not steal the soap from public restrooms (I remember thinking about the varieties of scented soaps available here in the urban US)… OK so but then I realize that I had fallen asleep in the apartment and not the boat, and my bumpkin husband had saved me… I weep and weep
For some reason I am also supposed to start graduate school and I am preparing to do that…Maybe Alli too. We are town.. now we are out of the countryside and about to go to school, what do we do with the husbands? the children? The feelings are riotously mixed. I am so grateful at having been saved. But I want to be free. There is a huge public hearing in a kind of basement space. All the local citizens are brought in…I guess this is back in the countryside.. and the huge books with magenta staples are brought in…
and it was about at this time I became fully aware that this dilemma was not a real one but only one I was so overwhelmingly dreaming.