I quickly whipped out my iPhone to take a photo, but I could only see a cartoon version of the scene. It took me some time to try to fix this defect, but when I was ready, the rainbows had disappeared. Then I woke up. By far, though, this was my most colorful dream of all time. I had a posting two years ago on magic truffles, where one of the graphics I used was particularly colorful. The set of rainbows I saw resembled the photo to the right. And, yes, I would pass a drug test for not taking any magic truffles.
|The seven main colours|
Note that red is always on the outside, except, as seen above, in the inside of a double rainbow.
End of the Rainbow, by Kazuo Miyamoto, initially attracted my attention because it involved a Takahashi going to Stanford University. No doubt the rainbow part stimulated my dream last night.
I am also very close to finishing Paul Theroux's Ghost Train to the Eastern Shore. This is world travel as I cannot imagine me taking: grim, dangerous and spartanic. I brought this book with me on my global adventure in 2008. My next ultimate world journey, which begins in about a month, will have a touch of Indiana Jones, but be more closely interfaced with the lifestyle of Robin Leach, featuring Michelin 3-Star meals, Johnny Walker Blue Label and a golf safari.
Well, the day ended with an average sunset, taruzake, Kirin beer, assorted sashimi and Sun noodles: