In the Garden

1. Colours in the Basement

I am beneath the house, the basement, where it is dark, but warm and cosy, the light has a purple shine. Everything looks a bit mysterious. Someone else is in the room. A blond woman. I see she has a baby with her, wrapped in cloth. There's no furniture, so we're all on the floor. Once I realize she has a baby, I have one of my own, wrapped in the same way, as if this is a competition or a way of communication. Not a word is said, but there is communication, dialogue. The blankets are colourful and abundant.

(I remember, in the dream, I started to backtrack my dreams of the night, this being the last one at that moment, as if I were writing them down in a journal. Now I can't remember them, but the feel about them was all the same, as if it was in the garden of my parents' home, even the part in the basement felt like that. I felt like one big dream. I think in the night, I went over three or four dreams.)

2. Buying Magazines

We're outside. Deserted place, though in town, we cross a large square. Empty place. 

It is me and a friend. The man is older than me and is able to teach me. I have much respect for him. We walk towards the entrance. There is a glass building you have to pass through to get to the other side. A little before we get there, there is a boot, rather clean and sterile too. You can buy newspapers there. The man does that. I smile to myself, because I knew he would. I flick through the papers. There is no-one to sell them. You have to put coin in the machine. The papers are stacked in a slantways. They're all the papers I know, we sell them in the shop. Flemish.

After that, we go through the door. There is a pillar in the middle of the room you have to go around. This divides the room in two. We enter from one side and we have to go out the other side. Inside, there are two more vending machines for papers and magazines. I go to the second one that is farthest away, because now I want to buy something myself too, and because I can't find any newspapers, I have to buy magazines. I choose two, Humo and something else, which would be for the ladies, but can't remember what. You get the magazines one place, and you pay at the other side, at the far door. The paying machine look quite simple and modern, almost futuristique. It is smaller than you would expect, and looks nicer, blended in in the design of the room. I hesitate to buy a newspaper as well, but don't do it, because I have had my chance. I should have gotten one when I was outside. I pay.

3. Tofu in a Box

Upstairs, or some place high, possibly on the first floor. Big window on our left. There are at least two tables, quite long. We come from the right. There is a lot of activity, of preparing food. People run around. I see my aunt Dohe. There is a younger girl too, blond, pony tail. We sit at the same table. I'd like to help. Dohe asks something, if I know this or that, about the food she's preparing. I take the box in which the food is, it looks like tofu. The box is white, looks like one of those plastic ones you get at the take-away, but bigger, deep-freeze one. I touch the cubes, they're quite large and have some red and black about them, but themselves are soft, so it's no sushi. Then I realize you couldn't have touched them, because of my aunt's allergy. She didn't see, but the girl did and she is shocked. I feel a little guilt, but are ashamed enough not to speak up. I try to solve the problem by saying that I'll finish preparing this bit and claiming it so she doesn't have to eat it.

4. Creating a Website Account

I'm at a computer, in what looks like a classroom. The table is high. There are more computers. I sit at one, it's on and I try to log in to the website of Fras. Doing that means I also have direct contact with her, though she's not in the room, but at home at her own computer. I feel the presence of Phpa as well, who is watching to see all goes well.

This is a site I haven't seen before. It is a discussion board, but really advanced, and people are already on it. I have never been here before. It is about time that I do. Looks very user friendly. The way it should have been from the start.

The page is red with orange. Some green and some blue too. But the overall colour is a light red or orange. Very appealing. It feels very secure, very real, very connected. Very engaged as well, in that it is a special place where you come in real contact with the other persons. I try and make an account.

On the top left of the page there are also two boxes with news. One of them is about Aleppo (which is in the news these days). The site works as an interface with a real, live, world. The page is quite intricate and simple at the same time. There are different apps on it. Though you have a good overview.

At some point the room feels like my parents' diner room.

+6. On the Roof

I also dreamed that two small bowls had fallen from the window sill unto the roof, so far that I couldn't get them. They would have been on the sill to feed the cat. Two is unusual though. One was further away down on the roof than the other. Light, by day, quiet.

5. Put my Arm around her Waist

(HYPNOPOMPIC)

Outside. Dark. Many people. Garden, terrace.

(Can't remember well). I am on higher ground. This is a narrow pathway. Along a railing. There is a girl. The colour purple. She's got long brown hair (maybe reminds me of Brfr, but in the dream especially of Mava). Small. She asks something. I go to her, get behind her and it feels very close. This is my initiative, I don't know if she wants it. To me, it feels good. But it lasts only a moment and I could have gone in closer. Then she goes her way (Mava).

Further down the road, lower ground, I meet someone else, briefly again. Though I feel less attracted to her. The first one, I knew better. I knew well, and it was intimate.