CD arrived yesterday. It is a proper, pressed CD and not a CD-R, but as the label Usagi-Chang
doesn't have any distribution outside Japan yet, all foreign orders are handled by the band themselves. (The return address was band member Takeshi Yokemura's home address, and the little green customs declaration form was signed by vocalist Midori Kurihara. How's that for a personal touch?)II
Last night I had the strangest dream.
We (at least myself and a girl; I've known her all my life — in my dream, that is) land on a small island off the coast where the people seem like inbred village idiots, but soon turn out to be Deep Ones (see Lovecraft's "The Shadow over Innsmouth"
and the not-too-bad film based on it Dagon
). They try to either kill us or, worse, change us into them (the Deep Ones with a whiff of the Borg!). Luckily we run into Dirk Ivens
, who helps us keep away from them for a while.
But finally, after a wrong turn, we are cornered in a sort of temple, and their human disguise is starting to slough off as they close in on us (me and the girl). Suddenly we notice that the floor in the temple is just a sheet of tarpaulin over a body of water, and starting to crack. The girl looks at me. "If we stay here we're certain to die horribly. Going down there is only probable death," she whispers, grabs my arm and dives into the water, pulling me with her.
The water is horribly deep and black and slightly oily, and my lungs are probably going to burst any second, but at least I don't feel any tentacles around me. Finally there is light far, far above, and we swim upwards and break the surface in a bustling harbour in a big city. We climb out of the water as fast as we can in case something is in pursuit, dirty, wet, miserable, shivering, but alive
. And while we're trying to found out where the hell we are, a voice starts talking about cultural politics, and then I wake up and realise it's my radio.
I won't even try to analyse this, and I'm definitely not
contacting Dive to ask what the hell he's doing in my dreams...