Kira's Dream Diaries vol.1

Dream Diaries

In the shadowy recesses of my iCloud, nestled among countless digital notes, lies a trove of dreams I’ve documented over the years. They are accessible only through my iPad, iPhone, and MacBook—a device that, tonight, isn’t mine but belongs to my friend Zexiii, and so this new note begins.

The memory of watching “The Darjeeling” suddenly eludes me. I think it was at West’s place in Sydney, but time and place are slippery things.

A sense of knowing should not blind us to the new; it should illuminate our path, keeping curiosity and the pursuit of "why" alive. There are countless mysteries in the world we pretend to understand, yet remain shrouded in the unknown.

As I awoke, dreams seemed to stack upon each other.

Dream 1:

Two trains stood poised to depart. I sprinted towards the one on the right, only to question whether it was the correct choice. In a panic, I asked the first person I encountered, a man whose face I couldn’t recall, if this train was indeed headed to Sapporo. He produced a plastic-wrapped timetable and confirmed we were on the right track.

A fleeting sigh of relief, then my memories began to slip away. Was I seated? Standing beside someone? My friends, who had run alongside me, had most likely boarded the left train. As the doors threatened to close, I faced a choice: leap onto the right train or risk missing it altogether. The gamble was immense, but abstaining meant I would miss Sapporo entirely. What awaited me there? Who were my friends on the other train?

The train halted abruptly. News spread of a suicide at the next station. The man had intended to leap onto our train but, due to heavy snow, it was delayed. He jumped onto an express train instead.

A blog post from GEN*zet98 :
“That guy was facing the line to Sapporo. Everyone on the platform heard the new express train roaring like an angry beast. As I listened to ‘Crumbling’ by Mid-Air Thief through my transparent black Nothing 3.0 earphones, he sprinted and leapt onto the express train like an anime hero, believing he could transcend realities. I took two tabs of something and focused intently. I witnessed everything from start to finish. The police shut down the station within minutes. Something was off. The train smashed him like a watermelon, and blood exploded, dyeing the timetable screen red. In shock, I fled the station, smoking a cigarette as police SUVs arrived. I need to find a bus to Sapporo now. This bizarre event feels like an ordinary part of life. Who was that guy, and why did the police react so intensely? I wonder how the news will cover this tomorrow.”

I disembarked at an unfamiliar station and wandered into a shopping mall with no phone signal. My attempts to call for help were in vain until someone picked up, ignoring my pleas and instead updating me on his life. Frustrated, I roamed the mall until I stumbled upon a food court where Kira sat alone, engrossed in a book.

“Kira! What are you doing here?” I shouted over the din, as if trying to pierce through the cacophony of conversation. It was as if a high-stakes baccarat game had been transplanted into a Cantonese yum cha restaurant.

Kira, unperturbed, continued reading. His appearance was striking: heavy vintage glasses framed his face, with hair transitioning from black to grey, an unnatural but fitting contrast.

“Did you hear about the suicide earlier?” Kira said, still focused on his book. “The internet said the body vanished, but there was a lot of blood. It seems too orchestrated to be a simple suicide. The blood might be a cover-up. There was a video, but it’s been taken down. Have you seen it?”

“Not really. My phone’s been dead, and I got lost. I was heading to Sapporo but ended up here. Can you help me? My friends might be on the other train.”

Kira set his book aside and smiled. “You’re not supposed to be here, and as usual, I can’t tell you too much.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, panicking.

“You won’t remember anyway. Just relax. Look at this.” He showed me his phone, revealing a blog post from GEN*zet98.

“Why does he need to go to Sapporo too? He’s still tripping, right? This was posted only 30 minutes ago. Everything feels fictional, like the world is unraveling.”

Kira took back his phone, handing me a bottle of Coke. “Relax. You’re in the right place. I’ll drive you to Sapporo later. My car is parked underground. Follow me.”

In the strange, dream-like coherence of the moment, the line between reality and illusion continued to blur, leaving me with a sense of uneasy acceptance.