Keep pushing the limits.

Special thanks to past-self who was resting in bed and decided to set up this buffer for writing my dream when future-self wakes up.

During some kind of war, recieved a flying motorcycle which had been gear to my DNA and was a gift from the past. Our friend had driven a car to kill two bad guys by crushing them into a wall, and we ran over to take care of him because he was injured in the accident. A guy asked fro two beers and I went over to the bar and he said it's the price was 1500 so I gave him a 500 yen coin to start and he started to give me 500 in change. I was like, but I gave you.." and he thought I was saying i gave him more than 2000 and I said, "no this is a 500 yen coin from Japan" and he's like, "??" and I go, Um what year is this? And he said it's "UN-11" and I explained I was born in 1970 and they were like, "wth?" because no one knew how long ago that was. I was able toremember that I had been in Japan until at least 2014, but wasn't sure past that what happened. He gave me a flying seat thing; it wasn't much more than just an engine or maybe I had it and he just put in a new battery or something, but the main point was they couldn't activate it. It had some kind of PGP key that was needed, and somewhere in my body was the passphrase to unlock it. I remotely communicated with my commander that I was about to try the device, and it would either work or not; I didn't know the password. It worked immediately and I got on. I remembered how to fly, but it was a bit unstable at first, but I could achieve much higher speeds than by normal (dream) flying modes with no external propulsion. I flew over the local cluster of buildings and towaard the city, hoping I wouldn't crash into the other myriad flying devices, because I didn't know the local laws. I flew up into some power lines (*) and fortunately went through them instead of being injured.

(*) high tension power lines used to often show up in my flying dreams; I hadn't seen them in a while until last night.

We ate at Gusto yesterday morning, where I got some mushroom + rice soup. Mark asked how it was and I go, "It tastes like... mushroom soup" and Asuka added, "with rice," which I really appreciated her dry sense of humor. (is "dry" the right term?)

Mark, Asuka, and I walked back toward the contact site, and up a short ridge that looked down on the area. The trail was half-heartedly blocked with a sign, though the trail itself was clear and relatively heavily traveled. We got to the top and could see most of the contact site and had a nice view of Taito port where I took some pictures with Mark's camera of the area.

Continued along the trail where we couldn't see the beach at all due to dense bamboo on both side (not an old bamboo forest, but I think it was young bamboo; I didn't take a good look), but noted how it was quite dense and the trail was quite wide and clear!

We got to the end of he trail where it emptied onto a side road. Turned left and saw a large sheetmetal wall blocking what I assume is the driveway for an abandoned(?) property we could see from the beach. I thought "that's the way to block a trail if they really wanted to block it!"

We followed the road and veered left toward the beach when we had the chance and walked along concrete slabs placed at slightly flat angles on tetrapods,　テトラポド in Japanese, according to Asuka (maybe ポード at the end). Algae made some parts of them reallly slick so we had to tread carefully, usually along the edges; I wondered why the edges would dry first; most of the slabs were at angles; it seemed there was no overall local minimum in the centers. I slipped once but caught myself without much trouble.

The concrete slabs were missing from one section at which point Mark decided to turn back. I kept going, walking down onto the tetrapods, but he asked that I don't. I agreed because I wouldn't have been there without him, and he had organized the group, etc. Fair enough.

On the way back we continued walking along the coast instead of going toward the street from which we had come. I took an off-trail route where the countless waves had smoothed the stone surface. Asuka and I admired nature's patient work as we tread carefully; some of the stone was covered in a thin layer of ice!

Up on the hill there's an apparently abandoned home which is still beautifully intact. We walked around it, peering in to see furniture, cutlery; even plates on the table, as if it were a model home. Next door was an empty lot where I had walked around (and fell into a trough as it was all overgrown with bamboo and I couldn't see the ground). Leading up to the empty house and the empty lot were the same style steps, so I assume the model house was meant to attract buyers for the second house, which never got built due to lack of buyers.

It would be a great house for an artist, with a great view of the sea, and for parties, with a nice pool and jacuuzi, which featured algae-covered bottoms, but completely clear water and no scum on top!

All the doors on the house were securely locked. Gosh I would love to live there.

Headed back after that. We explored the area pretty carefully in search of a light source we had seen the previous night. Couldn't find anything that seemed like it could have produced any light, much less the brightness which we had seen.

We took a taxi to Taito station, and then Sotobu line to Chiba on which I slept as Mark and Asuka talked; Sobu line to Akihabara on which Asuka slept while Mark and I talked. Said bye to Mark in Akihabara where Asuka and I changed to Kehin Tohoku line and chatted until I hopped off in Kawasaki. She said she still had 30 minutes to go.