Looking for Someone

1. Seven Worlds
I am in a building. It is light, and more people are there. I pass someone I recognize, though he looks different than I know him from the real world, is what I think. He is a person from an organisation called The Nine Worlds, although I may hear someone say 'seven worlds'.
I don't speak to him, because I don't like him. He is tall and quite radiant, dark blond, short hair (reminds me of a foreign shopkeeper in the grocery store across where I work).

2. And So the People Pass without a Form of Contact
The setting changes into a more intimate surroundings. Still, this is a building with an open wall towards the street. So, there's no real door, just no wall, much like a garage. The room is small and dark. The right is detailed, the left is hazy. Behind the room is a large hall, which is for later.
I am here to train, and I do this and that with other people, younger than me, but who know better. There are different bottles and maybe food as well, on the right. Maybe soup? (I can't actually remember what I was doing there.) There are many shelves. There full of stuff, has an occult feel about it.
At some point I see people passing the house, on the street and I remember I have to tell someone something. A girl, younger than me. But what about I don't remember. The group of people pass and that's it. Outside it is light, and there's lots of room. They walk, half running, maybe jogging, from right to left. I say something to a boy who is working here, and this has effect, because next time a group of people jogs past, he reminds me and says: that was her. But I hadn't recognized her or hadn't seen her. Girl with brown hair and a ponytail. I hesitate to go outside and go after her, because there are too many people. Also, I don't know what she looks like. So, again, there it ends.
A third time, people pass in front, this time older. They do the same thing as the others. The boy says, that was her father, or uncle, and I ask, the one with the bald head? (maybe reference to Keva, who said something about his balding yesterday.) And he says yes, but I still hesitated, because now I see two people like that, and I don't know the man, don't know who is who. So, I let them pass again.
I go sit in the dark room more to the left and I see all this stuff that is stacked on the shelves, some of it is Sumerian, and some of it is Viking Age. There are many idols in ceramics, glazed, and quite big. Gods or other beings, all in the same position, with their finger in the air as if to reprimand. I look at some in particular, but they are too big and too exotic. The glazing is terracotta red (maybe reference to Chinese army?). And they're hollow inside, like these things are.
Then, one of the keepers of the house comes to me and gives me a small idol. It is a chair, but no-one is sitting in it, but I recognize it as Viking and I am glad to have it, that is exactly what I want (yesterday I did some exegesis of a Viking Ages stanza about the chair at Urd's Well - now writing this I have a small deja-vu). There was lots more happening with and meaningful about these idols, but I can't remember.
After all the people have passed, I pretend I don't care and start training on my own, doing something like kung fu, stretchings, still in the small room, but now I can see the big training hall, too, lurking behind it. It is very spacious and high, much like a hangar, but it is a sports hall.

3.Cut your Nose Hairs
I am in a room that looks like a classroom. Across of me sits a man I know. We discuss something, at some point in the conversation, at a point that it makes sense, he gestures with his fingers towards his nose and says something like 'like cutting your nose hairs' which was a fair comparison to what we were saying.

4. Tav in the Bookshop
Now, I'm in the shop. It looks like what it looks like in real. I'm behind the counter, that part and the door are exactly as in reality. The left, however, is dark and hazy and long, keeping many secrets. Possibly, in my mind, it is still the place with the shelves of Sumerian idols.
I walk around the shop, then I see someone at the desk at the counter bent over to write something. I come closer and I see who it is. I go to him, pass him, so that I am behind the counter, but in doing that I say his name: Tav (maybe reference to Hebrew letter Tau?). And he recognizes me and answers. Now I see what he is doing, and it looks like he is writing something in a guestbook, obviously for me. He uses real ink, pen and ink. And different sheets of paper. Some of his writing is in the book itself. The other two writings are not, but are on kitchen roll table, which spreads the ink in a blotty way. One of the sheets is actually a drawing, very basic, picture of a face. All blue, because of the ink, almost black. The two sheets of kitchen paper are also half in the book, so it looks quite careless.