When I could enter someone else’s dreams, was it fine to get so readily lost in pleasure? By now, already quite familiar with dreams, the often strange parts of them have been what I borrowed from. The darker dreams, for not borrowing enough from mine – for saying I did all I could with my abilities and the like, and for frail contributions in saying that myself and others would leave and not come back to dreams like these – I’ve seen these kinds of reactions from other people, and I’m deeply regretful for it myself.

My (I’m Itoi, not Murakami) ‘identity’ is really the thinnest kind; in someone’s dreams, I absorb assuming that role, I guess.

Because I leave for the dreams of different people, I’m always busy since they sleep when I do. Every day, I open my eyes for a moment, exhausted. It’s not out of selfishness; in my own dreams, I never give up on all the other helpful people. Not at all, and I understandably become a real bother that can’t be refused, so I’ll even be doing this when seeing the other dreams. That also means I still do rarely see people who enter dreams; in the daytime world of supporting people, there are many of them.

(Never finished this translation, this is only about half. Sorry!)

Translation by Kody NOKOLO