Night Promenade to Ice Terminal

1. Ice Terminal

Long promenade, feels high, and possibly at the coast, reminds me of Scheveningen or The Hague in Holland, also atmosphere of London, maybe because of the people who are around, walking with me. The way we walk is back to where we came from. Dark blue. Dark in general, but a good feeling, relaxed.

In the end we come to a terminal, possibly a train.

No, we are visiting someone. Along the promenade, I meet someone I know, this person says if I go that way, which is further down the road but in my feeling back, I should call on this person. Maybe the name is Nick or something. I don't know him. When the person says this, I see a tall city building, upper middle class. Place where a wizard would live. The man is a skater, skateboard.

By the time I get there, I'm not alone anymore, at least three other people are with me. And the promenad ends in a T, but the end is not a street, though it might have been at some point. It is an ice-skating arena. Very big. People skating on it. Fun.

We continue. Then we're inside. This is the same place, but it changes, and now it is a terminal (also, the place I come from was not the beginning of the dream). (I can link this place with a place I have dreamed before. Last time This was Gent, and I also came from Holland and I tried to get back.) Now, again, we have to decide which way we are going.

2. Shop Dream

(A late dream.) I am in the shop. It looks like it does in real. Turquoise colour.

3. Chocolate Sausage Bun

We're at a table. Eating something. Two people from England, or at least from abroad, who don't know about Belgian culture, are eating something which looks like a sausage roll. Conversation in English. There's more than one roll, but only one left by now.

The setting is close up, like the dream from a few days back where I had another dream about food. Again, this was lucid, much light. All packed. High table, maybe outside. Maybe by the sea.

When they come to the last roll, maybe its three foreign people, they start guessing what they're eating. The last one tries, and he or she (not clear) says that (I think she) it has chocolate in it. I'm surprised, because it is supposed to be meat. But when she says it or thinks about it, I also see the menu list, in orange and yellow. Printed letters.

When I taste it myself, I am surprised to find that it is indeed chocolate. Strange combination I think.