Japan, as in so many things, is the polar opposite of America. It's 9 a.m. January 1st and, as I type this, all over Japan, people are getting ready for three days of binge eating, sometimes inaugurated (right about now) by a healthy (?) swig of sake laced with flecks of gold.
My hatsu-yume (first dream of the new year) was about food. I just before I definitively woke up about 7:30, I dreamed that my wife took two big lobsters out of a pot of water, plopped them down on the kitchen table, and started cutting them up into manageable pieces while I hurried to clear papers and the other assorted junk that usually decorates our table out of harm's way.
The hatsu-yume, like hatsu ("first") everything else, is a big deal in Japanese New Year's tradition. The good luck dreams are Mt. Fuji (big and beautiful), a hawk (powerful), and an eggplant (go figure). I guess lobsters represent the ability to buy expensive food, which suggests good luck, unless you're the lobster. (You know the one about the Zen master killing a fly?)
More later . . .
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