Japan has started to become a recurring dream to me. I fall asleep, and feel like I wake up at 4am (like I did this morning). I take a shuttle down to the airport, jump on a couple airplanes, and end up in this fantasy world. I eat weird food, put on a thousand dollar outfit, brief generals and dignitaries, enhance multi-million dollar computer systems, and fly home.

Because of the time change and the foreignness of the whole situation, I never quite get acclimated, and I do feel like I’m moving around in a dream state.

This trip is supposed to be short, and I’ll be home in a week. Still, it’s time away from the family and it’s getting harder, not easier.