There just isn't anything as delicious as ochazuke. There just isn't.

I just had some for lunch, using leftover brown rice from dinner last night, and a couple "kimchi chazuke" seasoning packets.

So, I got a ridiculously late start today in the midst of a series of what I call Reality DV (Dream Vision). Bear with the cutesy chessy language, will ya?

We all know that half-awake half-asleep dreamstate well, I'm sure. Well, since I started working from home, every morning I dream the first twenty minutes of my day and then wake up startled to discover those 20 minutes never took place. So the first time it was a banal dream that I'd just woken up, went to the bathroom, started a pot of coffee, etc. Then it turned into a sex dream involving intruders, and I woke up panicked. (Yes, the truth is I'm a 15 year old boy.)

Day two, same thing. Dreamt the beginning of the day and wasn't the wiser till another "intruder" dream startled me awake.

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Nauseum...

I've never had repetetive dreams like this, but I can think of a few things that might give it cause:

1. I'm a baby, and babies need lots of sleep and the morning dreams are a way of keeping me in bed another twenty minutes.

2. I'm a teenager and a wet dream is a wet dream by any other name.

3. I'm an adult and I'm permanently such and patterns/repetition/habits are the makings of any adult.


Now, from Kerim, another kind of unheimlicht:

Andy Warhol doing a Japanese tv ad in Japanese. I.e. Japandering.