This is a diary of ten years' worth of dreams. From this dream diary, the game "LSD" was born. Now, following its birth, from these dream fragments and the collaboration of 80 artistic units, this book was born. A dream world apart from the game "LSD"; this is "LOVELY SWEET DREAM."
Raw oysters are on a plate. They are a couple, and both have eyes. They are still alive and it looks like they are mating on the plate. After a while, I come back to the plate. The oysters are still there. This time, I grab them and put them in my mouth, but I cannot swallow them, as I feel like their eyes are watching me. With the raw oysters in my mouth, I can’t even chew, and I’m feeling sick in a greasy sweat, but I can’t do anything but to keep just standing there.
Two huge guys who look like Mike Tyson are going into a restaurant, and I’m secretly taking pictures of them. We are on a top-secret mission to get photographic evidence. We’re running through the streets of New York, which look just like a movie set. We hide the film in our secret place, and have a guy we hired throw our pursuers off the track to gain some time. But, our pursuers are very fast. We run the hired guy over with our car to keep him from talking, and drive towards the highway. We have to contact other members by radio.
A trapezoidal mountain can be seen in the distance. I’m in the tropics. The sweltering air is moving only slightly. I’m standing on top of the trapezoid mountain. The top is much narrower than I thought it would be, with rocks sticking out like thin crystals, leaving almost no space for me to secure a foothold. I finally manage to hold onto one of the rocks, but they are about to fall to pieces.
I’m walking towards a small cape. There is a warehouse on my right, and a craggy place on my left, where the waves are breaking. Stored in the warehouse are fish taken from the sea, which will be transported to another town. From the sea to the craggy place, and from the craggy place to the warehouse, patches on the paved road where the water has dried up give off a fishy smell. Passing the warehouse to the head of the cape, there is a short lighthouse. Then, the sea. I think I see someone collapsed in the shadow of the lighthouse.
I’m on the elevator with everyone. The elevator is an eight-tatami-mat-sized restaurant, there are tables and buckets overflowing with food all around. We are all allowed to eat as much food as we want there, until the elevator gets to the first floor. Suddenly, a gigantic monster crab attacks us from behind one of the floor pillars. For some reason, the crab has been cooked, and so its body is all red. Anyway, inside the elevator, it’s panic.
There are men with whips in the room upstairs. There’s a cage in a tatami room, creating a very deviant atmosphere…
I’m on the streetcar to go have a meal in Chinatown. For some reason this Chinatown is a shopping area in Kyoto. There’s no one around as it’s nightime. There is a barber shop and a candy store. I have no idea which restaurant everyone else decided to go to. I keep looking around, into the backs of small alleys and everywhere but most of the restaurants are either closed or fully packed.
A woman who has three arms (or legs) is being hurt by someone. Maybe she is being murdered. It’s like watching a newsreel.
I’m renting a room. There’s a guy in the room across from me. I decide to go out with him. We go through many rooms. The guy walking in front of me is speaking.
A miniature Fuji has erupted like a sparkling fountain on the mound of Mt. Fuji. From that spot a big red ogre is born. The red ogre sits down in front of “A” and “UN”, the guards of the main gates of the temple, as if he were keeping an eye on them. Between the two guards a boy named “Taro” is born. The boy slips past the red ogre and escapes, diving into the vortex of time in front of the gate. He is ‘Hope.’
