Three Cats and a Bellow

1. Three Cats

I was in a house, other people too, rather dark. Living room, maybe my parental home. Three cats want my attention, they are quite big. Walk between my legs. I give them attention and start preparing food for them. I think that is when the door bell rings, or something else happens, so that I have to leave them for a moment. But my father is there, rather vague and in the background [I'm starting to think that this figure is my guide]. And I leave him the care of the cats.

So I go away for a moment. I think it was here, in this dream that I opened the door, or it may be in another dream too. A girl stands in front of me, rather nice and young. She immediately goes for kissing me, but I don't know her and don't know how to behave. We hesitate. I try to initiate a hug anyway, but now she is unsure. There is some tension in the air, like when to people who like like each other meet but there is nothing official yet. So, nothing happens.

When I go back to my cats I see my father has rather failed. He's done the feeding wrong, but I don't feel any anger or blame. As a matter of fact, I don't care anymore. The cats are still there. Things are what they are.

2. Paired DVD's

Last dream.

I'm in the shop, looks different than in reality, more space, darker, blue. Rather impressive. A family starts queuing up and buys a lot of dvd's. I see it coming. They want them wrapped as presents. And they do. In pairs, they say. Man, woman, son and daughter. This will take some time and I haven't started scanning the items yet, because something is wrong with the labels or I want the order in which they have to be wrapped first. I open the first two and scan them. Of these I know they have to be together. Now, when I open them, at least one of them has no reference number to find the actual dvd's, which is in the drawer behind me. So, this too will be a problem. I tell them I have to call my colleague. Tama is not there, so, I call my upstairs colleauge, Keva. He doesn't come. I call again. No answer.

Then I really fill my lungs and start screaming his name. This is really powerful. Everyone looks at me surprised, because it is really loud. There is a queue, too. What happens is that I put so much force into calling out that my voice starts to falter, my throat starts to hurt, and I stop screaming halfway through his name. But it must be enough, because people noticed my sudden power.

By myself I think, now I will not say a word anymore, I have to save my voice. This was really bad for my voice, not at all the way how it is done, though I learned the right way. This was the wrong way, I forced myself, but I bellowed.

Still he is not coming, and I start sorting the DVD's with the customer, not caring about the queue behind them. I think in the end Tama comes and helps me.

Unmasking the Shooter

1. Crimi Clowns

I only remember this one part late in the night.

I'm in a house, together with a friend. The house is empty. There is light. Turquoise atmosphere. Narrow hallways, many corners to hide. We hear something.

There is somebody there. A criminal. There is shooting too. I don't know who is targeted. We try to get out of the way. Actually I make my decisions on my own. My friend is also in the house, but elsewhere. I follow the attacker. The first one is gone, but now a second one has come.

There are stairs also.

I confront him. After some moving about we stand face to face. I tell him I know who he is. He tries to look innocent. Hands up, no weapon. No mask. He looks like the Luc Wyns who made this series about Clini Clowns who are also criminals. But the way he shows himself now, I can't do anything.

A Strong Wind and Rain on the Roof

1. Wind and Water in the House

I am in a house together with someone else, possibly my lady partner. Then there is someone at the door. It is dark and already late. I go open the door. The living room is slightly deeper, more below, so I have to take a step up towards the hallway.

I open the door. A strong gust of wind comes against me. With the door open, there is an unstoppable and almost unmanagable continuous flow of wind entering and being in the house.

I have to go out so I can close the door and meet the person. It is a man of middle age. But with the door closed behind it, because the wind was really too much, I had to struggle, I cannot enter anymore. I suppose the pressure of the wind is so much that I can't pull open the door. So I look for other ways.

And then it starts to rain. There's a lot of water in the night. I find spaces where I could enter, but none of them direct and they are all dangerous. So I keep looking. All of the creases into the house are difficult to enter with the rain. Everything is slippery and I would lose control if I let myself slip through it, and fall once I'm inside, and hurt myself. And what about the guest if I do?

So I climb up the roof and there are spaces there too, where I could slip in and enter, but again, it is too slippery, I don't want to risk it. I keep looking and looking, but there is no safe way to enter the house again. The only way in is to risk losing my control and hurt myself. I don't want to do that.

So the dream ends with me keeping looking out for a whole in the roof, not finding any, while I hurry and am in haste, frustrated. I woke after this dream.

2. The Ancient Egyptian Immigrant

I am in the States in an apartment, one of the higher floors. Big space. There is fellow sitting across me. I don't know how he entered,but I start a conversation with him, because he looks interesting. First of all he is wearing a cap that looks Egyptian, coloured red. He has an outlandish skin colour and in my feeling he is an offspring of the slave trade in America. Therefore he is African, and I see in him a teacher of Voodoo, so he might have a real connection with Africa too.

When I interrogate him, he stays calm and polite. It is not clear why he is here. Maybe on the run?

When I ask him, he says his name is Pa-at-ka-nan, or something of the sort. The name looks like the name of the Finnish girl that takes the rune course (Vepi). Something like Paak and two other syllables? It has meaning, but he didn't tell me what. And it does not sound Egyptian, but it does not sound anything else either. He makes it clear that he comes from Ancient Egyptian times. I get the feeling he is an alien. He says he is from the first (or ninth?) century of Egyptian history. I guess he has been around like an alien immigrant in Egypt. I reply that he must have known Djoser and the some of the other early pharaoh's if that is true; because I am surprised that he goes that far back. He nods and says, it is Jaser. He pronounces the name slightly different than me. The Dj is much softer and there is clearly an A not an O.

He goes on to tell me about history, I forgot the exact details.

The dream seemed important, especially the name. In fact it seemed to be a residue of my late night conversation online with Dabe on knighthood yesterday.

Hectic Phone Call

1. Busy House

I'm home, only this house is not the house I live in in reality, but it is my home. It looks like a long garage, one big narrow open space. The end at the street is open, and also one big open space. You can hear the cars, and see them of course. The sun is out. I believe there is not even a roof on top of my house. And there is only this one floor. It has different sections though, and I am in the back of the house, which is the living room, or living area.

The phone rings. It is a lady who is a customer in the shop and I also know her from taiji, although I know she does not remember me. She used to be a teacher. She asks something I can't answer immediately.

Then, things become hectic. There is a lot of noise. Not just outside and overhead, but also from the neighbours. There is a door which connects my room with that of the neighbours. It is a very classic wooden door, painted white. There is a second call. Someone else who needs my attention. And the door opens and people bust into my house, while I'm on the phone. They're not the neighbours but deliverers. They carry heavy packages, maybe with food, and ask me where to put things. I don't know. Did I order this.

I tell the lady on the phone to wait, but she gets angry. I can't handle everything at once. The deliverers are with three or four. There is also the daughter of the neighbours, I know the girl, though I have forgotten her name. Artisty type, her mother is into esoteric stuff, she's the one who wrote something about Wodan.

When the door is open I can see what happens on the other side. There is much more light with them, more order. My home is a mess.

I get back to the phone and try to handle things. But at some point, there is so much noise, especially from outside, cars driving by, that I can't even hear her or myself.

That is where the dream ends.

Yet, I also remember going inside at the neighbour's place and I go to the back, up the stairs, and there is a floor which looks out over the whole house. I think I sit there with the rest of the family, those of my own age.

2. Hebrew Writing

I look at a paper, on a table. There is writing on it, maybe I've written this myself. Can't remember. There's other people here. Don't remember who. But, then, I add the last line to the writing and this in Hebrew, though the rest of the text is just Latin alphabet. Don't know why I do this. Must  be the bottom line. First I write two words, just to try, especially because it's been a long time since I tried Hebrew.

Maybe it is my father, on my right side, who challenges me. So I do this.

And then, of course from right to left, I right a whole sentence, but have to leave spaces for where the other two words were already. Now they seem to be part of the sentence. It must be angels names. Or something holy. The first two words were in smaller letters, so you can still see.

Phoenix Rising

1. Chased by a Tube in the Sea

Sun is out, bright sky. We're on a beach. I am alone, drifting along the beach in the water, following the coastline. I drift further and further away from my friends as I am chased by a plastic, transparent tube in the water. I stay in the sea, and this looks like a battle with the plastic tube. It comes after me and I try to hold it back and swim away again and again. The tube is really long.

The dream is very lucid.

2. Pastry and Phoenix

I follow my father. We are on holiday. The rest of the family is still behind. My father ahead, me in between. He enters a building for sightseeing. An old building, complex, medieval, but not in a known city; may even be off world, or in the States. Not Europe anyway. I have a feeling that this is the inner planes. When I go down the stone stairs I first enter the cafeteria. My father is already somewhere else. There are many levels to this building, and the rooms and patios are connected in a complex way. Nice atmosphere, many tourists. Relaxed.

In the cafe, I see food presented. There is one particular that is famous for this area. It is called Croust or something, and it is like a bun filled with something, like a pastry, but the dough looks very fine, like a very very big egg. Smooth shell, delicate. I hesitate. Then I see there is another room behind me which is probably the shop, but when I enter it is another place for food and there are other variants, smaller, of this crusty pastry. But I decide to take one of those anyway. That's when my father returns and we go together looking for the rest of the family.

We come out in a very different place which feels high above ground, either in a train or a space ship, but though it is a means of transport, maybe a bus, it seems to be stationary, though not on the ground but in the air. There are different compartments. But the cockpit is of course the most important bridge. There are benches to sit on in the other compartments. I sit down and start reading a comic of Suske and Wiske that I don't know and lies there. The story gets quite interesting and at some point near the end of the book I realize I must have missed something, since something has not been explained about a phoenix that suddenly appeared. So, without reading any further, I go back and track down the bit that I missed. When I do this, I find that missing piece but it happens to be a whole new world on its own and I get somehow lost in this. I get drawn in this story, but at least, now it is clear to me how the phoenix is to be called.

The phoenix is summoned by a flute I think, and it is not alone, but guided by some other fire creature of fable that I cannot identify. So the phoenix flies and does our bidding. I never get to know the end of the story.

The scene, however, changes to the cockpit and my brother N is there, as well as the rest of the family, but he appears to be the one who is able to summon the Phoenix. And there is someone else, a friend of his. This part too is very full of light, lucid. And N wants to show the power of calling forth the fire bird. And as he does so, I think he whistles, real fire appears, I don't remember the details because all goes to sudden, as in a flash, but I can see his hand burning, not really burning, but enveloped by fire, real fire, and a lot of it too. It seems that the friend still doesn't believe, maybe he turned away as my brother showed him. So I say, I'll show you, but I can't really, because it is not mine to command. I proceed anyway. I take any object that I see to guide the fire in, because I don't want to burn my hand, because I don't know what the fire will do with me as I call it forth when it is not mine. Still I am unsure if I can do this, so I brush my right hand slightly towards N's body, but I hesitate to touch him. I do this to get a connection with the magic. Apparently it is enough. The object I take from the table is a key. It is the key of the lock I use for my bicycle. And I hold it in my right hand, between my fingers. And I point it away from me and call the phoenix forth not knowing what will happen. And suddenly and instantly, there is a brief electric flash that issues from the key. It is only small but it happened and I say to this friend, see, have you seen it. Because however small, it was real enough.

That's where the dream ends.

3. Buying a Projector

For some reason I am in the house of Niru and Nela. At some point I realize this, and I see them too, we talk about former times, and about NLP. I say this is the first time I've been in your house. Niru is surprised, Nela knows. They don't show me all the rooms, but the living room is really big and spacious. 

I'm here to come and get something. It is possible that I left something here or that I want to buy something that is here. I am looking for a beamer in particular. A good one, small.

The entrance hall is dark and small but the living room is the opposite. But in the entrance hall I could find what I am looking for. I think my brother N is here too. With me.

Once we realize I am visiting them and this is their house, I want to leave, because I have no business with them, and I go out.

When I do, I enter the real shop. This is the electro shop where I got my notebook. But smaller and darker. People are there to help me. Everything is stacked on shelves and looks very cold and impersonal. I see what I need. But it is still to big. My brother addresses one of the shop keepers and he gives some explanations. Apparently, these machines are composite, and you can take off one part, but this one part is all I need and small enough for my convenience. I let them do and take a look at one of those beamers and take off the small bit myself. That should do it.

They're all black or dark. The two part system works like tablets and docking stations. You can detach the one part like you detach the battery of a laptop.

Unconventional Lesson

1. Taiji Sex

Taiji, classroom, Pake teaching. But unconventional. Paired up. Starting to help each other masturbate. Something with substitute cucumber. I said stop in time, but the boy kept going. Afterwards the teacher said, I paired you so that the girls had partners that fancied boys. Well, I ejaculated anyway, in the dream, and was ashamed, so I hid it with my underwear.
Also a bit outside where there were shops, possibly a promenade, the sun was out.

2. Age of the Lion

I was reading a piece of paper on which the ages of lions were set against humans. And they are thirty when we are seventy, so their life only begins when we are old. This was a great misunderstanding; also about dogs; so that dogs stay playful till they're thirteen and we think they're old, but in fact, only from then onwards do they mature, and they live at least another fifty years. But of course, in the animal world, time goes different, so they die sooner than us anyway.
The paper was red. I kept staring at it as of tantalized.

Chasing Fun

1. The Arrow of Love

(WET DREAM)

(LUCID DREAM)

[First dream of the night I remember. And quite clearly at that moment.]

Outside, place that looks like the Vismarkt in Leuven, but less space. Daylight. I and someone else, possibly Bale, a girl in any case, who seems to be much younger than me, are standing in the middle of the square. It feels like we are on top of cardboard boxes, but we are high up anyway, remote from everyone else. Yet I fear to be seen.

We are standing very close to each other. Almost touching. At some point I change my position slightly so that my leg touches hers, and this is very sensual. I sense the dream turns into a wet dream, but I stop it and concentrate on something else.

We are holding a bow together. And the bow is drawn. We aim and want to let the arrow fly. There will be a tremendous force when we release. But once I look at the surroundings to see where the arrow will land or hit, I can't settle my mind on one place, but it will either hit my mother who sits against the wall and stares at me, or I will hit a window and shatter it and draw attention, when I release the arrow. So I keep looking for a good spot, but don't find it. This looking is the lucid part.

2. Runic Attunement

Room set for the workshop. While we are all waiting, I suggest I can already to the runic attunement. So, I choose somebody in the room, who must represent Anhe. Fras is also there of course, as is Phpa. There is plenty of room. I single Anhe out and wait till everyone watches. Of course, it is a long time ago, and I don't remember everything correctly. I stand in front of him and draw Pertho, while I should be behind him. So I change position, and start again. Should I say a text and touch his shoulders. I'm just improvising. The room is light, with green in the colours.

3. Unprepared Badminton Court

I am at the badminton court, but I play on the wrong side. The one side is set up, but the second row of courts has not been prepared yet. I play there anyway, because I like it better there, even if there is no net there.

4. Opponent's Underground House

(LUCID)

Sunlight, parent's home, outside. On the other side of the road, where there is a ditch. Beyond that is a field. We're half in the ditch and half in the field. As a matter of fact, we have our house there. Who 'we' is, I don't know. But although the rooms are halfway underground there is a lot of light. 

We are first in one house and then in another, as if we invade this second one. There lives a girl there. It's time to leave. She is not pleased with our visit. She wants us out. She is still young. This second underground house is where the enemy lives. All I know is that we have to leave. She has to come with us, I think.

The dream was rather lucid with lots of light, and with a sense of haste.

5. New Taiji Training Hall

[Last dream I remember.]

We arrive at the Taiji training hall, as always. Carful. Lica leads the way. Because we're late, we can't get in the normal way, but she knows a back door. So, we follow. When we enter, we are not in the hall itself yet, but in a small, dark room with a strange shape. Trapezium. Purple.

There is another door through which we go and then enter the main hall. I notice that the room has indeed changed, and the shape looks rather odd. We come in at the far end. In reality there is no door in that corner. We cross about the whole room and find the others there.

Chairs are set and there is a bar. And people are waiting for someone to perform, maybe a musical. I go sit on a chair, like everybody else does, and wait, chat with whoever is there. Bale is on my left, somewhere behind me. Another person next to me, closer, with whom I talk a lot.

All of a sudden, Wivb arrives, he hopes he's not yet too late, and he joins us. Though, he goes behind the bar and starts serving. He clearly knows what's going to happen. 

While I talk with those two people with me, I am rather distracted by their tits. Bale's okay, because she's a woman, but the other one is a guy, and he has floppy tits as well. I brush them casually, almost automatically. Did I intend it or not, can't say, but it was on my mind. This was at the end of the conversation, I touch it anyway. [That's about where the dream ends.]

Books

1. The Dwarves

I started reading the book about the Dwarves of maybe about Orcs, by Markus Heitz. Light. Living room. I opened the first pages, and was immediately surprised by the colourful pictures in the book. The book was full of it. I had not expected it, but I liked it.

2. Sold Out

I asked my parent if they still had copies of my book, but they said they hadn't, so I ran out of stock.

3. White Cat

Light, colourful, inside. Few people, know them all in the dream. Table. Cats. At least two. One of them is mine, quite big and healthy, white with grey streaks. Looks very nice. At the end I realize that everyone's cat is a reflection of their own self.

Lift Off

1. Wind blows Bag

Outside, fields, want to go back home, this is back from Herent, but in the night and the wilderniss. Someone is with me, but in the end I am alone.

This may also be the dream where when I get back to civilized world, on the parking lot, I hold on to a plastic bag because there is a gust of wind, and it sweeps me off my feet, even so that I lift off the ground. I'm scared that I can't land again, so I tear one side, and I go down. My brothers are here, too.

2. Portraits on the Wall

I'm in a house, small. Indian people. Inside is a small room, there are pictures. The people are Jewish. Pictures of and by Csdo, who is Hungarian. All portraits. There are portraits of her sister as well. They look a bit like Lucy from Fairy Tail. She's is pretty. I am supposed to know her.

3. Lottery Ticket

In a shop, crowded and dark, many people. Customers gather to one table. There's lottery and other stuff there for free. People want a chance to win. I look around, because I'm unfamiliar with this practice. But I try anyway. I try three different kinds. The last one is with geometrical pictures and what I have on my ticket is exactly the same as on the example on the back of the card. Do I win? I'm not sure. I don't know how this particular kind works. I show it to others. They think I'm stupid. So, I keep it.

There were other kinds, that I didn't try and wanted to try also. Maybe astrology for example.

The pictures were a circle, two squares and another circle. They were in certain colours too, green, orange.

4. Naked Woman on the Sofa

Big empty room. Some people there, I know them all. Maybe Anle and Svdb and their children. There is Andh, who is half naked. Her husband is in another room, also half naked. But Andh comes sit with me and I wrap my arm around her. It feels very good. She feels nice, smooth and soft. I like it. She is only topless, still wearing pants. There seems to be some disagreement between the two, is why they behave like this.

In another part of the dream. It is Sovb, who was first Andh, and who is the daughter of Anle. She has paper with her. A notebook. Scrap. Squared. I take a look at the first three pages. I see maths. And I also see my name, it is my email. Among others.

Mongolian Shaman Mountain Lake

2. Bear and Eagle
(LUCID DREAM)

A boy comes home from school and lives in the mountains. He runs and carries a backpack. He is on one side of a lake. All is nature, woods, mountains. He does not hesitate to throw himself in the water and swim across the lake to get to the other side to the house where he lives. His little brother goes the long way around. The older brother climbs up the rocks and goes into the house.
The boy is big, actually a little too much weight, but also tall for his age.
In the middle of the lake he dives, and comes back with a bear in his hands. This will be his supper. it is a black bear. But immediately an eagle comes soaring down high speed and catches the bear and takes him out of the water. The boy catches the eagle without a blink and drags both animals entangled on shore, the right shore, while the house is on the left. The boy smashes the claws of the eagle while he holds the beak. Apparently, this is the way to tame the eagle. The bird is numbed and doesn't move again, while he was still on the bear though. Now, the boy has the head of the bear under his arm. Maybe it is the head of a panda.
The whole scene looks like a documentary film about wildlife in Mongolia. Clearly, the boy is Mongolian, he looks Asian.
This is the moment that I arrive in the valley, awed by nature. Somehow this reminds me of the Highlands, and Britain. I meet the people who live there in the house. I have travelled a long way. There is only this one family; the to boys and their mother, but the mother looks quite young and fragile. She has blond hair. This is all on the left side of the lake.
At some point she says that dinner is ready, and we follow her. This is in another house or building which is nearer to the entrance of the village. I start to follow, but I don't feel well. For some reason my bad tooth starts to hurt and I touch it and it has come loose. And I realize this must happen someday. So, I'm not too worried. But because of this I lag behind. The others are ahead and maybe sit at the table already. I am still outside, on my own. I pull on my tooth, I get the quarter out that was mended before, but the other part is loose too, but stuck, so I can't take. I'll just have to be careful when I eat.
Then, all my teeth seem to worsen. Bits and pieces and splinters. My mouth is full of it, and I am ashamed a little bit, and somewhat confused as what to do. I want to keep my teeth, but it is impossible. For once, I call for help, and I go to the lady and ask her what I can do about it, she says: throw them in the lake. And we go outside again. I spit out as much splinters of teeth that I can manage in my hand. The lady says that I should not throw it in the first part of the lake near the eating house, because that part is too narrow. And possibly too shallow, as I can see. But to throw it in the middle of the lake; so I go there and make my best throw. And I do this a second time with all the bits that are left in my mouth.
In the meanwhile another Rus has arrived he comes dine with us. He is a doctor, he watches what I'm doing, but does not interfere. The mother says to me, now you've cleared a stage of purification. I can see it on a coloured table when she says it, and almost can't believe it that the stage is that advanced. We both know, however, that more of this will happen still, but it will be the last times, and the aftermath; as if the main test has been taken now. On the table I am still in the beginner's part, but almost at the end there. Either stage seven, or stage four. But I don't know what they mean in relation to the coloured stages beyond. Where I am at is a group of four or seven stages in the beginning, they are all white, blue of colour. Beyond they are one colour per stage, not per group, and they are green and yellow for example. And orange.
So I enter the house. There are two parts, the larger part with the dining table. The two sons sit on the opposite side. The doctor on my side on the left. The mother is in the other room, which is the kitchen, and brings both the soup and the stew. I'm starving. And I start with the soup, but one of the sons begins with the  stew. He looks much older now. The stew is quite watery and there are potatoes in it. It is mutton stew. The mother sits on the side, on the right. She takes stew too. Apparently, I'm the only one taking soup first, but I want stew too, but because it is so watery, I can't combine it, so I have to finish my soup first.

3. Smudge

Another part of this dream is located home, where I live. Or maybe now it is England.
Firstly. I see the boy again. He is going to take a swim again, but this time across the length of the lake, and it is going to be his transport. As if it is a train. He dives and rolls sideways under the surface of the water. It is something he has just discovered he can do. He wanted to try, and tried it, and succeeded.
Now we're all up in a dark room somewhere high up in a building in a city. It is dark and people that I know in the dream have gathered here for the ritual. I enter a well. Then, the Mongolian boy comes in and leads the ritual. He sets all his ritual gear in place, and I have some of my own with me in my backpack, but at first I don't disturb him. The doctor is also here, on my right. We all sit on the floor.
The boy starts explaining. Him or the doctor says that we should do as the copy machine, I don't remember his exact words, but he referred to his sideway swim earlier. And I'm sure he means 'waves'. Of course, when he says copy machine, there is such a thing in the corner of the room.
Then he starts to burn herbs. He uses fresh herbs, and they look like a variant of sage. But it isn't really, it is just my interpretation. He has two other bowls with him. The last one is filled with stew, this time carrots cooked with spice. And we will share this among each other as part of the ritual.
About that time, I start to interfere and take out my mugwort smudge, wanting to burn it alongside his, in the same bowl, but at the same time I know it is not a good idea to blend both. So I just tell him what it is, saying, in the old days in Europe, and then I realize he is also European, but I continue, saying: they used mugwort, and I continue. But I can't remember what the second bowl was. But about the third bowl: that would probably have been bread. Possibly the second was drink, and would have been mead in a European setting. 
That's the end of the dream.

The Special Aubergine

1. Big Hall of Bookshops

At last I arrive at the shop. But this is more like a fair. It is inside, most of it, and dark, crowded. Books everywhere. We have a stand somewhere, I know where it is. I see my colleagues. I'll say hello in a minute. First I explore. I have to be somewhere specific. 

I have got an aubergine with me, but I want a better one, and I think I know just the place, so I go there. It is behind a certain corner of the place, then down a long lane, sloping downward. Small pathway. Downstairs are more shops, but looks more like a market, sooq maybe. There I will find what I need. I turn left after exploring a little bit, then I go to a particular place, there is no one there, but the crate with aubergines is there. They look different than the one I have, these are the ones I've been looking for. They are purple, but also dappled, yellowish. And much softer. I take a large one with me. They are larger than the usual. They are a kind I don't know.

Now I have to be careful, because this aubergine is rather floppy and I fear it will break and explode and water will spill, or juice will spill. This way I go back, but I keep running around a long time with this in my hands. 

Then I finally go to work, not that I have to, but a woman asks me where the second part of Sylvia Day is. At this time we are in the big hall, behind the counter, and my colleagues are there. I catch Keva and asks him where the book his. He points and I go and look, but I don't find it. I look more and spend a lot of time looking, but I can't find it. Even when I realize the woman has already gone a long time, I am still looking for the book. 

There's also shelves with food behind the counter, I go there and take my pick. This is only for me. I eat.

 

Four Bottles of Water

1. Heavy Thirst

Big hall that we leave, class is finished, we can finally go home. I remember Niab was there too.

I forgot to drink, but I am now thirsty. When we leave the hall we come in a small alley, on our right is a rack of some kind, looks playful, can't pass. The other way, the car is parked. Svdb is there waiting. I go back with him. Cl2 is behind us and is very thoughtful, for she heard my request and brought water. I believe she bought water. Four bottles, plastic bottles. So, I share, and give Svdb one. I myself one, the other two I can't remember. But mine I put in the holder. I don't like plastic. I don't know where I get the holder from. But I start drinking immediately. Three big gulps. First the biggest, after that, I have to breathe first, but it already seemed like I needed no breath at all.

Cl2 stays behind a bit, background.

2. Left or Right

I have to go somewhere. It is evening, but still light. I'm on the road, on my bicycle. I'm not sure yet which way I'll go, left or right. Then two cyclists pass me, still young girls. I know them, they are daughters of a madam that lives in the street of my parents (white house). Then I see the mother too, she is up ahead. I see them all take the small road, which is on the left, and there will probably be less traffic, no cars allowed. From there on it goes downhill. I suppose I know the area. I think there is also a bridge spanning the roads overhead.

3. Cleaning the Table of Condoms

Outside, yet in a closed place, and we are all waiting for the party to start. Many people are already there, but nothing is happening yet. Rectangular square, or green. Benches in the sun. Lots of light, trees, hall or café behind us. I come from there.

With nothing to do, I start cleaning up, I see something that needs to be cleaned. I go to the table, which is on one end of the closed off street and start cleaning the table. There are some used condoms. I get rid of them. There are two. They are mine. Or I've used them apparently. Then I see more, and I have to be more careful, some are used, others aren't. I don't mind doing this. Even though people might start thinking they're all mine. Which is not true. Takes a while.

Then I am idling about, but at some point I go back to the table and take a chocolate that was there too. There was a box with chocolates all along, which was on one side of the table. But I didn't touch it. Now it is open and I take one. They are the kind with nuts or fruits in them, so chocolate coating. When I pick one, that is the moment I feel slightly embarrassed, feeling people think: look, he does take one. As if I am guilty of promiscuity. I hope it tastes nice.

4. Book of Monsters

I'm inside a house, living room, I have a book with me and I have some time so I take a look. I open the book, and it opens on a page which is about monsters. Maybe a story book or about fairy tales. The whole page is about monsters and it mainly pictures, but pictures of different monsters and animals. Dragons among them, possibly also horses, but no unicorns.

I look at the left page first, and I like it. Then I look at the right page, too, and a good thing too, because there I learn about the true nature of monsters, which is that most of them are good, benevolent, have goodwill. They are absolutely the majority. Fluffy, greenish.

The Long Horse White

1. Private Party

We are all going to a certain party, but it is private. Our host guides us inside, into his house, which is the venue. Quiet city, deserted. Neat but empty streets. Woods not far off.

In the corner of the street is the house. When we go in, we pass one room already. There are people there, but this is not our party. The host guides us along to the back. The room has a green hue.

The house is certainly not built for this kind of stuff, has got corners and smaller rooms and so on. We continue. In the back is a garden, enclosed, a patio. Nice and quiet.

2. The Long White Horse

We go back and we go out. Via the back of the house, on a street, which is neat but empty. Bigger road. From the back of the house, retracing our steps seems like being in another village. The girl that is with us will go by horse. I don't know if I have to wait for her, go to her or just let her be. She is the only presence I feel strongly in the group. But she lags behind because of the horse. The horse is white. She saddles the horse, and the horse becomes longer, but really really long, like a Cadillac. The saddle, which is light brown, suiting the horse, falls to one side, and bends with the bends in the horse along the side of the street. In the meanwhile I am up ahead, not sure what to do.

I follow, apparently, I have to go out with the rest of them, there is a reason for it, but not per se for me and I don't have to do it, but they have to and I am somehow obliged. Or feel so. So reluctantly, I follow and observe. 

3. Visit the Neighbours

(Dream in between, maybe in between waking and sleeping)

I think of the old neighbours, a twin. Hafr and Brfr. When they were young, and when I had my chance to play with them. I could have played with them much more if I had made an effort, that is what I realize. I see the garden of my parents' home and the fir trees on the border of the two plots of land. I think, I could have gone through those trees at any time.

4. Clean up After

When I am finally alone or see my chance to be alone and go back I go back, for I have stuff to clean. I go back to the house and go for the kitchen, which is in the back to the left. This is a really big hall, with in the centre a sink. All is grey and metallic. Mostly empty, tiled. I am completely alone. There are some leftovers from when we ate here. They are on a shelf above the sink. Yet higher up is an installation with a shower of some kind to clean the dishes.

Before the sink is a bin.

I have some other leftovers with me as well. That I bin first. And while I'm at it, I bin the leftovers sitting there on the shelf as well, but of course, once I start, it becomes more and more. I find the green olives that I didn't eat, because I rather have the black ones. And the home leftovers are spaghetti of some sort, tomato sauce. I am being very thorough, now that I am here and on my own. It will be clean, I tell myself.

Lizard Attack

1. The Long Hunt

I am in a building, a bit lost and ready to go home. Maybe this was a railway station before. Maybe I was here to attend talks or seminars.

The building is a complex of rooms, built on a hill, in a secluded landscape. The rooms are all large and rectangular. They look sterile, but clean. Modern. Because it is dark, they have a purple shine.

I go one way because I want to head home. I enter an empty room and see the landscape out of the window. But in front of me is also a door. A girl enters the room behind me and warns me. From now on I know I must run, hide, get away. She tells me they are here, or we have to leave quickly because they're coming. She is very agitated, and I know she is right, because I have the same feeling. I have to run. As a matter of fact, no-one is safe.

We go for the small door on the right that is almost invisible. At least, I try. But she shakes her head. Not that door. Why not? It only leads outside. So, I open the door, and she is right, I see the woods. But before she spoke, there was still a room behind it. Something like a room that is behind the scenes. It is there but no-one knows about it. There are more places like that in the building, and I feel I know them. But because she said we can't go that way, we have to go back.

Now, leaving the room, we don't go back in another big room, but rather in small passageways. They are quite crampy, they don't leave much space to move or maneuver. She has gone ahead and I am alone again. When I left the room I actually passed a part of the threat. In the room was a space squared off and two dinosaur beings were standing there, but rather still, so I was not afraid of them. They are small dinosaurs, the kind that eat the eggs. But not a kind that I know.

I must have gone outside anyway, and possibly through the big window, because there I faced more active dinosaurs. Again a pair. Same size, which is bigger than a human, but not so big as to be impressed. Not as big as what you imagine. This is outdoors next to the window. They are dangerous. They open their back fans, like a peacock would. This looks quite impressive and I don't want to hang around any more, so I go back inside and try to find my way through the small corridors. They are short too, these corridors. I pass the silent pair of dinosaurs again, not afraid. But once I leave this one room, I hear and sense the tumult coming from the rest of the building. Obviously, we are under attack by dinosaurs. We are overrun, outside it must be teeming.

I suddenly realize that this is not the dvd that I rented. I rented the film Prometheus and thought about watching, but now it seems I am in the film, but it is not the right one. I'm not happy about it, but I go along with it, thinking that things might get interesting anyway. So, now this seems like a scene from a film, but it is real enough too.

Once in the corridors I am cornered. I realize I can't go anywhere. They're everywhere. Wherever I go, the dinosaurs are there. On the far right end of the small corridor is a door or window leading outside. I want to go there, but either a dinosaur comes in or comes after me. First I try to run, but it is utterly useless and I try to remain stoic. The beast comes and eats my head. It devours me. Before I had already seen other people being eaten by them. There's no escape. So, the dinosaur takes my head. It actually reminds me of someone who sucks my cock.

2. Gestapo Quarters

Once we are outside, we are still running. First we hit the woods, then the plains, running downhill, and finally we arrive at the headquarters of the German army. They are enemies. But of course, in this world, now, there are only enemies. This building too is a complex isolated in the landscape.

We try to hide and make the best of it. But we go inside and are eventually found.

The inside of the building is rather crowded. Actually, there are lots of innocent people. They are prisoners. They have nowhere else to go and have given up hope, goaded by the policemen, because that is what the German looking people look like. We get tangled up in this bunch and these German war officers see us and go after us.

We still manage to run, but only barely, as long as we are in the quarters, there's no hope. We get split up in the chaos. There are eight or nine of us. At the end of a hallway we have to decide, because all these officers are after us. On our right we see a chance to escape. There is an outside building which looks like a glasshouse but it is rather the opposite, we notice. It is a giant fridge, a cooler, to store things, possibly food, rations. One of us gets left behind, because she moves the other way. Maybe that's a good thing, because they will be following all of us. There is a short space between the building and the cooler which is outside, then we are inside again. We go in this cooler, because we saw an officer going into it, so we thought it safe, and not a place that they would easily search, which is true, but with them on our heels, it is more difficult.

So, we go in, it is cold. It is very small, long, cramped. Immediately I know we are trapped. Like rats. There's no way out. They can close this thing and we freeze to death. And that is exactly what happens. But we run to the end.

There is no escape.

In this giant cooler we wait a long time but at some point we get out, possibly by an explosion. Someone of us must have set it off. I don't know for sure, but we are outside. In the night. Now we still have to be careful, because they immediately notice we are gone and go after us again. So we don't have a much time.

Our group leaves in the night, first hiding behind buildings, but soon enough not anymore, it makes no sense. We took food with us from the fridge. Most of it is cold and raw, only a small portion is already cooked. We take it with us in two bowls, so two different people carry it along. Once on our way we start eating, trying if it is okay. It is like a lamb curry with yoghurt, but the meat is raw. Or it is chicken, and this is cooked.

We run uphill, the way we came. But we know, that on top and beyond the border, there is light and we are safe. The police or the officers are behind us. We are very anxious to make way. And we press on.

The last piece of landscape is more steep, but safety comes in sight and there is already more light here. There are bushes, and a gravel path that other people must have used before to get away. We crawl through the shrubs and find our way. Behind the plants, trees and shrubs they can't see is so well. A feeling of safety comes over me, but we are not there yet. This is still enemy land.

While we climb upward, the road becomes steeper. But more light, I can see things more clearly. The pathway is very small, narrow, and full of thorn bushes, too. No matter, we go on. I am the last one of the group. Two people are in front of me. I am thinking, this is our New Path. And somehow I link it with the New Testament. I finally get the real meaning of the New Testament. It is about freedom regained, a new chance, a path leading away from the old and hostile and toward home, a new world, promising.

3. Safe House

Finally we are in town, which is on a larger hill, top, and sloping streets. House is on the corner. This is civilization, like a real town with light, roads, concrete, houses, no apparent nature. Our house is at the corner, topmost. We enter. We are finally home. We celebrate.

First we get together and sit in seats, next to us is a veranda. The sun shines but it is still cold. And I imagine we are still afraid to be seen outside. Danger is not over yet.

Next, we are in the living room, lounge, chilling. I lie down in the sofa. On my left sits someone. In other seats on my right sit two other people. I am happy to relax. All the others seem more fit than me, and seem to know more than me too.

I get a present, this is the reward for going through the ordeal, they give it to me, the person to my left knows about it at least. And I immediately know, it is a cat and I sense and hear it behind me, and then it comes in front of me and it has a beige colour, but it is a dog. Not a big dog, but the animal is bigger than a cat, with a long snout. I like it. It looks very feminine. Short hair, yellowish. Don't know the kind. It seems pleased with me, or at least allows me to touch it, and it crawls on top of me, on my chest. This feels very good, comforting. Carefree.

4. Wooden Tooth

Earlier dream. I was talking to someone and I noticed one of my teeth was loose. And it felt like there was a piece of wood or a wedge of some kind was in it. I tested it with my tongue, but I just let it be.

Quick Initiation

Friday 9 November 2012

1. Initiation in the Northern Tradition

We were all in a hall, one corner of it, really. This part was higher than the rest of the room. Bunched together, a jolly lot. Listening to Fras, who was there. Then, she was going to give or demonstrate an initiation. Someone volunteered, I didn't like him, but watched anyway. Fras told him to open his hands. Palms facing up, but cupped together, so they touch. I had to correct him. Gebo and Sowulo were used (see other dream, what's written there belongs here).

The rite is quite short and really looks like reiki, only more simple. I and someone else receive as well. Room is dark. Sometimes a more lucid moment, this is when the symbols appear, or the hands are focused.

Snow on the Internet

1. Snow

A dream of snow, lots of snow.

I see outside a road with metres of snow, which has to be cleared.

At some point I am inside. In a spacious building, which looks like my parental home, living room. Light. Computer. I am on the Internet. Someone on the net asks me what the weather is like. Funny thing is, she wants to know the forecast of where she lives, which is in the mountains in Switzerland. I tell her. I read the forecast, also in the original language, which is German. And I can tell she's scared, she doesn't like snow. So, I comfort her afterward, with a line of my own, saying it is only a little bit of snow that will drop.

2. Hekas Hekas

We were comparing scripts of a ritual, or studying this, and I was reading the other person's notes on the opening, which starts with hekas hekas, and I see that it is completely different than how I do it. I sense that it is more Crowley style. I see lots of s's, like s s s s s. In combination with vowels too, su su su su su. Line after line in this manner. I find it very funny, but am interested in this approach which is new to me.

On these notes I also see the visualization, which is in runes, especially, sowulo and gebo, but also combinations of both, which either look like swastika's or like a bindrune of sowulo and eihwaz.

Band Playing

1. Beggars Sleeping in the Dirt

Weird dream half outside, half inside. Buildings stacked upon each other. One side faced town, the other the open.

At some point I entered a more private enclosure where I had been before. Old people were lying on the ground. On the grass, under a tree, and so on. Scattered about. Alone and yet together. Only when I came closer did I see they were old. Not just that. They looked like beggars sleeping in the dirt. I came in anyway. However, I was a little scared by them, maybe they have diseases. Maybe they stink. On my left must have been a ditch. I felt a little uncomfortable.

Earlier or later I went inside too, the house or rooms led from one world to another. There were many people there. Stairs. One room was really full, ruddy shine. Party people. Felt good actually. People I could associated with. Went about the roofs as well. Behind were streets. Sloping. Colours. Joyful. Carefree.

(Maybe these are two separate dreams?)

Shooting Star

2 November 2012

1. Shooting Star

Square in a building, I watch the sky. College building. Main entrance to my left. Night. I look at the stars. There are two in particular I see. One of them falls. This must be a meteorite. Falls down right to where I am. I keep watching it. Just in the last moment, I step aside to my left and the rock falls next to me in the sand. Sand is like in the desert, but more grey, because of the dark. I kneel and want to take it. Someone stands beside me, too, and sees everything happening. But I think it is too hot to touch, so I leave it. Instead, I cover it with sand, so that it can cool. And maybe also to hide it, so no-one else sees it. I stand there, I want to collect the rock later. 

2. Walk in the Woods

Fields and meadows, strange village, rather small. We are in Limburg, I am alone, rather. I find myself on an asphalted street, I meet scouts people, still young people. They come along or I join them. The road is blocked, yet we drive through it anyway. Car. This must be the forbidden parts of the village.

Village changes again into a more rural area. I meet young people again. Walking this time. There is one girl in particular among them that I like and I get closer to her. Some time later I put my arm around her, I like it, it is exactly what she wants. After we leave the fields behind. We cross a road, and beyond that is a forest. But dark and big. Hollow paths. Looks kind of threatening, I go in anyway, instead of taking the road, which would have been easier. When we enter the forest I think it is just the two of us.

There's lots of people there, all kind of rough. Bit scary, heavy metal people. Seems like they're doing a festival in the woods. I continue anyway, take her with me. Crossroads, I see someone ahead with heads holding in his hand and maybe an axe. This is not a safe place. I turn right. The walls of the path are much higher now. Pathway slopes up. More difficult. I don't want to continue anymore, but want to go straight back to the road. It is a bit late for that now. So I climb the wall, which is very difficult. Almost vertical. I put my hands in the dirt and plunge my feet in the dirt and in that way I have some hold on to the wall to climb up, but it is really hard.

3. Chinese Name

I ask my father about our Chinese names. Seems that cousin Pa has one as well. Close up, light. Seems like my father was there when our grandfather determined the names.

4. Sail Away

Out of town, but in a park of some kind. Museum about Vikings, shop as well, have been in the shop. At some point, I want to leave, and there is a pond and a river or canal stretching away from it. The pond is still within the walls or domain of the museum, the canal is not, is public. It is difficult to get about, but I get a small one eventually. I also consider buying something in the shop to help sailing, maybe sails or oars. I leave without. After I leave the pond and enter the canal, everything goes rather smooth. Town reminds me of Roskilde. Halfway through I reconsider and think I want to buy that thing to help me sail anyway. So I suddenly leave the water, haul the boat onto the side, where there is a walkway. The river banks are quite high. I manage anyway. I hope no-one will steal the boat while I'm gone. I rush back to the shop. Running.

When I get to the shop, the thing I want is sold out. I knew it was the only left. So I buy something else, because anything can help. It is two small things, maybe boosters of some kind. It is for the boat at least. I hold it in my hands.

But there is another shop, bigger, further down, I go there, too. I see a girl I know. She comes and sits with me, so I lay my arm around her waist and maybe press her towards me.

Politician wants Voucher

1 November 2012

1.Voucher

Dreamed about Badw, politician. This was in the shop, bookshop, light, he was there, wanted a voucher. I tried but didn't manage. He wanted an invoice, too.

Children

1. Signing Book

Big training hall. Pake wants to buy my book and has positive comments about it, says you can feel the energy of the runes when you read about them. I sign the book for him, but on a page that is not the page I usually use. Not actually a page that is in the book.

There is more people there. Lots of space. Dim light. Table. I start writing the dedication. Next to the exit door.

2. A New Generation of Children

Space between houses which may also be inside. Colours, light. I have a wife of family, or at least a partner. There are children. Something is wrong, this is the second generation of children already. The first batch was more of an experiment.

Something with aliens, too. Not clear.

I take my woman inside one of the houses and start to undress her. Then people run about outside, looking for her. I tell her she can go if she has to tend to work. It was getting serious though.

Something with reparations on the roof, too. Night, stars?

A Day Out Adventures

1. Meandering River

Outside in nature, daylight, bunch of people, heading somewhere, towards a city. Small river crosses our path. The water is very clear. The river and the landscape look very idyllic. Especially the river, with all its small rocks, the grassy sides with flowers. Shallow water, running.

I have no real problem brooking the river. And once I cross once, I am more at ease to do it repeatedly.

We eventually come to a place which is darker, maybe inside, where we are about to gather wisdom or ancient knowledge of some sort. Maybe one of my companions starts to talk about what the place means or meant in the past. Possibly something about this Tareth guy.

2. Eating a Snack Naked

After a long time traveling I enter a café or snack bar, where I go sit with the other people that have arrived, as if I know them. Maybe I do. I want food. They have already eaten.

But I am naked. Or first, I still had my underpants on, but even that is gone now. No towel even, which I may have had earlier. Then, I get up, refusing to get dressed first, and go to the bar to order. When I'm there, I do feel a little uncomfortable. But still I don't dress. I want a crocque monsieur. I see other people at the bar having those. The bar tender is making pizza by the way, and spaghetti. And I think I want a crocque with bolognaise sauce, the customer before me orders the same. So, he beats me to it, and I hope there will still be sauce left.

I suppose I dress later. My clothes are on my chair or under the table, so I've brought them with me in any case. My skin was rather white.

3. Renting a Room

The dream starts in my own apartment, which is dark, I do the laundry. There are more rooms suddenly, and much bigger. And it becomes part of a larger whole and I find rooms that were not there before. Now there is more light. I meet the land lord and land lady, who are still young. They are friendly. I see that when I explore more and more of the rooms that they start joining other rooms and there is a question of privacy, but I don't really mind.

I go out anyway, fresh air. I am in the Alps. On a hillside. Nice view. There is a girl or woman living next door. I see her sometimes. I go out on the balcony. There, there are stairs downward, to the rooms of the owners, too, and to the ground level. This is a nice place.

I explore.

Then I go in the rooms of my woman neighbour, and try to start a conversation. I think the owners come sit with us too. At a table. By now, it is almost nighttime.

+4. Eagle

We were out walking in a landscape, on our right was an eagle hovering. Someone pointed this out. We had to look well, but although it was a bit grey, it was an eagle.

A Day out with my Parents

1. Making French Fries

We are in the veranda. Parents' home. Daylight. Everyone is doing their business, there are dark parts in the house as well. Family members go in and out, this is my brothers and my parents I mean. Apparently, I am in the process of making chips. But I'm doing something else at the same time, and this is why no progress is booked. And I think my youngest brother reminds me of the chips. So I continue. The potatoes are peeled, I did that before. They are ready. Now, they have to be sliced, but I have a machine that does that, so that must be easy.

I feel the presence of my mother again very strongly. The chips is my main work, but I get distracted all the time.

2. Declaring Man

Afterwards we leave the house, my father and mother come along or show me the way. We cross the square, Hooverplein, and come to a crossroads with high buildings, but a little bit renaissance, looks like Paris. We stand there and wait. A lot of people are here and they are waiting for something to happen. And they look across the street.

Then, at a certain moment, I see a man on the first or second floor entering his balcony. Short built, bearded, brown hair. Middle aged. He starts his speech or talk without notice, but his voice resounds as if he speaks through a microphone. The whole neighbourhood can hear it.

3. Hot Stall

Afterwards, we continue. There is a green or a park further down the road and then on our left. There is a stall there which is special and very hot. I don't know what it does exactly. But it is open. Though curtains hang in front. Someone comes, and Indian man. Maybe to worship. He takes the left booth. And I want to be of help, since I am standing there anyway, although I have no idea what it is; though I know something about it, to wit that I shouldn't touch it with my bare hands because the stall or booth is hot to the touch. But I hold a broom (not really, it is the one to mob the floor), and use that to keep the curtain open. I don't really know  if I should do this, if it is right, if people be grateful me doing this. And sometimes I doubt my action, but I hold on anyway. Which is also difficult, because the curtain sometimes slips away from my whatever it is called.

Wet Feet

1. Gathering

Outside and behind buildings, by day. People there I know, but I don't care, though I know them and haven't seen them for long.

2. Storm

I woke in the night and opened some windows, when I went back to sleep, I immediately had a dream about the wind that whirls about the house which was really powerful and stormy. 

3. Cl

There was also a dream which I related to Cl, but don't remember the contents.

4. The Inside Sea

Someone takes me in a special world and I follow, because I know the man. This may be Elri. It is behind a building and in a building and quiet but there are other people, who know this place.

It is a beach. When the water of the sea, which appears to be very clear, flows, it comes to my feet, but I still have my shoes, socks and trousers on, so I jump away, but he stays and enjoys the water. And I see, he is barefooted. He coaxes me into the water, so I hurry to take off my shoes and follow and let the water roll over my feet. He also says that the salt water of the sea is especially good. He may also say something about the stars, because I think it is night already.

At the other end of the room, which would be where the sea begins, we sit down. There are seats there. I sit in one and position myself so that I can watch the telly. He leaves his own seat and comes sit with me. Then he leans into me and lies against me. I let him do. It is rather peaceful.

Afterward, the scene changes a bit, and we are inside an apartment, which is on a high floor. Dark inside. Table and chairs. Books are brought in or looked at with interest. But I'm not very interested, because it is about my own country's history or something like that. Something I know already. They're a bunch of people I met going out to a museum maybe or a day trip of some kind. Person talking to me now is an older man. Big book in his hand. 

5. Three gangs and I

I meet Alth and his gang of friends on the way. We go to a café. There I also find Vide and Dofo and their friends. Dofo is suddenly said to be gay, which I didn't know. Is that why his wife added me on Facebook? The pub is crowded. I see friends I haven't seen for a long time. Three groups in particular. The group behind me must be people I've seen much earlier in the dreams tonight. Very cosy pub. And looks a bit private. Wood, but quite squary.

There is a dog too, but he is skinny. I scratch his neck anyway, but it feels flee-begotten, so, I leave it.

The man ahead throws a bag of crisps in the air, but the man in the back is the only one who gets something, even though the bag is open and everything can fly out.

First I talk to Vide, because he is closest. I sit in the middle, not connected to any of the groups, though I know them all. I tell him it is nice to see them all. Then Vide and a guy from the other group kiss each other, cheek, but quite intimate. And the other says to the other, now you have to kiss back, and of course Vide takes on the challenge.

The first part where I meet strange friends is longer and outside, but I don't recall. Maybe something about stars. Maybe about flying, or about Holland or a combination of that.

6. Toys Learn to Fly

Scene that looks a bit like Cars or Toy Story. Toys that fall out of a building, some of them try to rescue one another. Not first attempt. I suppose they try to learn how to fly. Someone plays a joke on them and puts the garbage out together with a big toy like a bike or a balloon. But the lorry that picks up the trash is also parked there and you can see there are other attempts to play the joke already on the pick-up. And there are many balloons. Not blown up yet. One flies away, this one was hidden in another one, just as the clown yesterday in the shop did, balloon in balloon.

/// 4.35-5.10 write dreams /// sleep, back away 7.37

7. Cut Toe and Three Girls

I come back home to a place where I'm not welcome and where I don't want to be. Where people are jealous, yet they are my parents and brothers. Outside first, wooden cabin, on poles, stairs up, in the woods. Water beneath. I take in the upper floor. And can see everyone from there. They sneer at me. I set myself ready to go to bed.

There's a lot in my room to clean up. I have also my suitcase with me and start to unpack. I try to sort things, but get stuck in the end with all the bits and pieces that belong nowhere but I want to keep anyway. Later on I move to a room to my left, which is even more empty and even more secluded. People really criticize the fact that I own so much garbage. So I sort this too and try to hide it.

In the meantime I am in my bed, look for my pajama, which is in the suitcase. I wiggle my toes at some point, I have one too many on my right, next to the thumb, and I can see where it has been cut, some time ago. I should have gone to the doctor's to have him look at it, but did not. No, the place where it is cut has shrunk and so on, but it has not festered. It just does not look nice, is all.

At some point, I am eating, three girls sit next to me, on my left. Two of them are of a darker skin, but still light and European. One of them seems to like me, she touches me I think, now and then. Then they get up and are leaving. That is when I start to talk to that one girl. She says no of course. Although sometimes I feel she wants to stay too. Her friends are not sure. I think I try to seduce her with perfumes, talking about it.

Among the stuff in my room is an old piece of peanut biscuit, which I don't want to throw away. Now it is clay and I decide to bin it, though I have no bag to put it in. So I'll have to look for that first. But I don't right now. There was more to the dream, maybe it got light, and people came up to the room, which I didn't like.

8. 20 Frank

Scene in the shop. But the shop is just one big room, big space inside. There is a table. People crowd around it. I have to manage everything. I don't know who is first and so on. I pick one girl first, who has blond hair and a boyfriend. People trust me with money. That is why they called me over. Because my colleague could not manage. Maybe Brva. Not sure. Anyway. This girls is at the other end of the table, and hands me the money. I take it and it is like 2.10 euro. But the 2 euro coin is false. I take a good look because people expect, but I see this one is an old coin from Belgium, I tell her. She didn't realize, I look at it again, unsure. Close up. Someone on my left agrees. So she asks her boyfriend why this is so. He is on my right, with people between us, but behind their backs we take care of this.

For sure, Liha is there to guide things.

Only about this table there is a lot of people, not the rest of the room, which is empty. And where maybe the boss waits at ease. Also, the table is at an angle to the wall. Quite light.