I have lunch with Roland Soong and his Chinese girlfriend (petite, bubbly voice, intelligent) at a Chinese restaurant in a Japanese city (Osaka?). We discuss poverty in Japan and China and I mention something about a black underclass in Japan. We discuss other really intelligent things and then go and take some kind of weird water ride that’s kind of like underwater paddleboats. The end of the ride deposits us in a huge pond where this funny white guy is splashing everyone.
Then we walk outside the building, which was white with this glass exterior. I have a thought that I really like it when people have toothy grins and the reason I don’t like people sometimes is just because their smiles are a little off, or really just not toothy enough.
Then it cuts away from me and this cute little black kid is in an alley near the pond at the end of the ride. He is with some adults (also black) who are doing drugs and sitting by the water. Wait no, the man is skinny, white, a redneck. He makes some woeful and cynical comments about the world, and the black woman he is with just kind of sits there. She’s high I guess.
The last part before I wake up is the little black kid singing a Mariah Carey-esque ballad. It’s so sad and momentous and has strings. It’s about people getting along ostensibly but is more about how tragic life can be in general. I still have the tune in my head.