I had a dream. Instead of text messaging via cell phones, →[More:]
we could send little Power Point presentations back and forth, full of pictures and charts and horizontal reveals and fade-ins. It was like there was a separate network for it, and presentations could be public or private, and you could send them to anyone on the network.

I received one in Japanese, from a certain Uchida-san, about who she was and why I should go to Shikoku to meet her.

Just as her presentation started to get interesting, she got on the voice line and started asking about me, and we spoke at length in Japanese about ourselves (I could feel my mind doing the mental tumble it takes to think in a second language) until my alarm chimed.

I woke disoriented, expecting to see my old apartment in Tokyo, the last place I regularly dreamt in Japanese.