I dreamed I was floating on the water. I was swimming in a pool, wearing sunglasses and looking up to the sky like Dustin Hoffman. Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Then say hello to parsley, rosemary and thyme!

Following the huge international spectacle of the Beijing Olympics, next on the agenda are two rather modest little art shows - the Yokohama Triennale and BankART Life II are opening soon. The latter is an event that showcases the results of the concerted efforts of BankART 1929 in art exhibitions, performances and other events at various places across the city of Yokohama. There are combined tickets for both BankART Life and the Triennale available, and in addition, Yamano Shingo’s Koganecho Bazaar is part of the plot as well. "Yokohama Triennale / BankART Life & Koganecho Bazaar" banners are on display at 23 institutions around town, and more than 300 shops are decorated with little flags. Stations and post-houses, the town hall, rooftops, vacant lots, and even the river… We wander about searching for a new habitat. We declare that we're leaving the museum and going out into the streets, but life’s really not that gentle. Wind, rain, typhoons, noise, mischief, cars, danger, clamor, money, etc. It’s a world of evil spirits. It causes princess at anxiety to see how ordinary people ordinarily keeping clear of it. Negotiation, resignation and stagnation. This just doesn't get us any further, so all we can do is run and be careful not to get caught.

I dreamed we were playing on the bottom of a river like a crab family. On our heads we were wearing crowns that looked like the kanji character for "mori" but were made up of characters for "water" instead of "tree", while the water was splashing around our heads. Then the kingfishers came to kill us. The surface of the water is a mirror that reverses life and death. While the fishes go to heaven and the kingfishers go to hell, the crab family keeps playing on the bottom of the river. Ultimately, this leads us to the development of the new, faster Nozomi (type of bullet train), which reportedly dives into tunnels just as silently as kingfishers dive into the water - a story that will surely amaze even Miyazawa Kenji!

I dreamed I was sleeping in a womb. Although I've just been dumped by a girl, I can't just get depressed or drown my sorrow in drink. I just can't seem to get out of here - I guess I'm exhausted from fighting. Why can't I simply do some more things that are just normal, such as raising kids, walking the dog, enjoying my breakfast, having a yukata made to go and watch fireworks displays, or watching a baseball game and grumbling over a drink after my team lost? For the first time in a while I climb up to the attic that feels warm and quiet like a mountain lodge. Surrounded by straw, I fall to sleep like a pony.

Somebody once told me that there are two types of beauty. The first is the beauty of pure water, and the second the beauty of ocean water. The former is a pure, absolute beauty that denies even a container to hold he water, while the latter is a kind of beauty that tolerates every particle of dirt and doesn't mind getting cloudy. These are the two extremes that beauty is fluctuating between.

Water keeps appearing in the movies of Tarkovsky, who claims that film is a metaphor. It’s a metaphor, not a symbol. Water is film, film is water, water is a dream.

I wonder what kind of dream (water) Yokohama Triennale and BankART Life II will offer…