Do you have a recurring dream that keeps playing itself when you sleep?
I have one about a wasteland in Japan. I’ve been dreaming about it for more than 10 years and it goes like this:
A wasteland is what I call stores packed with cute, colorful items, usually made in Japan.
In my dream I’m in Tokyo looking for the wasteland. I’ve been to the wasteland a couple of times in my dreams, and I’m looking for it and I can’t find it. It frustrates me that I have to find it before I wake up.
In my dream, the wasteland is full of colorful stationery and is nearby the hotel we are staying in.
It is also near an old restaurant that serves delicious steak and is located near a train station and amusement park.
That is all I know, and you know dreams don’t make sense when you tell it to someone else.
Many years ago I thought the wasteland might be in Sogo, Hong Kong.
So each time I went to Hong Kong, I had to go there, no matter how packed my schedule was.
Unfortunately the wasteland in Sogo was renovated and it is no longer interesting.
I have searched for the wasteland in Singapore (Takashimaya)
and even in Utrecht (Paperchase)
But hands down, Tokyo is wasteland central, starting with Hakuhinkan in Ginza
and Kiddyland in Harajuku. Just leave me here for two hours and I’ll be fine!
Recently I discovered Loft in Marunouchi—so much space!
and Tokyu Hands is pure heaven!!
In my heart the true wasteland is called Etoile in Bakurocho, but it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than to go there because it is a wholesale membership club.
I know the pictures don’t say much, but for me it’s the happiest place on earth.
There is never enough time in Tokyo. Never enough money and never enough baggage allowance.