Apocalympia

+ 0. Opening the Shop

This was in the morning when I had to open the shop. It was not time yet, but I was at the till already. And look who's at the door. List was there, who came to visit. She works here, but she is out, because of a heart failure. The doors were still closed so she could only wave, but I gestured that I had seen her.
This was a bright dream, shop as in reality, colours brighter and more colourful, I remember green and purple. Cosy atmosphere, like being inside on a dark winter's day.

1. Flying Bench

I am at home, my parent's home, Herent. It is bright daylight, but still very early, so there is almost no one on the streets. I leave home, because I have to go to Leuven. I have a book with my, for study.

When I leave the street where my parents live I come to the big road to the city, deserted, but light. Morning.

I see a bench. There is a small, long park beside the roadside which is new. The wooden benches to sit on are new too, but I think it is a good idea. I would have wanted they were there before. That would have been great. They are made of light wood, light colour, but very solid. Pleasing to the eye.

It is exactly what I need, so I go sit there. There are three benches, but I don't want the first one. I leave that behind me and sit on the second. There, I have a better overview of what happens on the street. Only now and then there is a car or a person. I see the traffic lights on my left. There are trees, too, here. Trees block the view when you sit on the first bench.

When I sit on this bench I take out my book or papers. They now appear to be a stack of papers. Certainly something that I printed. Well, it is a thick pack anyway. I open it, which is to say, I go through the first pages, and start to read, or study.

All of a sudden, and this actually happens rightaway when I sit down, the bench flies up in the air and takes me across the crossroads. At first I am startled, don't know what to think of it. Is this safe? Will I be able to keep my balance. Can I keep reading like this? I try to keep reading, but the bench flies this way and that way. I don't know what happens or why. It is the same sensation as when you lose control over a situation. It happens to me, I don't do it myself. It has quite some speed, and always takes off quite suddenly. So, now I stay in the neighbourhood of the traffic lights. Fortunately, there is not much traffic.

Someone tells me I should have bound the chair or seat to the floor. Now I see the round parts beside the bench that were meant to lock it to the ground, in the same way a ship is moored. I did see this when I approached the bank, but did not deem it necessary.

The dream was quite lucid.

2. Taking a Nap

This dream is set in the same neighbourhood as the former.

I am in a house or go to a house, which is across the crossroads, and therefore more in the centre of town. I go into a house which seems to be my parental house or a place that I live in. It is uphill, though there are no hills in this town. The inside of the house is very small, rectangular. Everything is in one room. The kitchen is higher up, but at the end of this large, but narrow space. I am in the middle. There is a table, and a wooden bench against the wall, where I sit. Across me are cupboards. Further down it is darker, and there is a passageway to a lower leveled place which must be the living room.

My mother is constantly busy and keeps talking to me, while I want to sleep. I sit there and I want to rest, I put my head on the table, or I just lay down on the bench and try to sleep.

Later in the same dream I get up and go to the cupboards. Something my have caught my eye. There are shelves which look rather messy. But I find something I was looking for. I find two bags and they contain my books. I lost about twenty books (in real life, don't know where they are), but there they were. So, I take out one bag first, it is the one with the lottery print on the bag, and check it. Yes, that's them. I am happy. I take a look at the other one, the other half is there. I am very happy. I found them. I count them, not very accurately, but I estimate it is the right amount of books. One of them is worn out, the cover has come loose, or there is only the cover, and no more the contents, but I don't care, even with the others found, at least the mystery is solved of where they were hiding.

My mother keeps yapping in the kitchen.

I go back to the table and take a seat, other side of the table. There is a cat, ruddy one, with white stripes. It likes me and comes to me, of course I give it some attention. Then it goes on towards the living room. I didn't know there was a cat in the house. I also did not recognize the cat.

                  

3. Apocalympia

Outside. Place that looks like a playground, but I don't think there is a school. This is a domain though, lots of green, stone paths, too. Very orderly. We all stand in one particular place, waiting for instructions. There is someone there, or maybe even more people, who knows what is going to happen, they guide us through it. There are very lucid parts in this dream.

There's a bunch of us waiting for instructions. Like on a summer camp. I think we are learned a song. Then, we are guided further down the path, or garden, we go in queues or groups or teams. There are different leaders. We are told we have to follow the little people. There are a few persons who are very small, I see one of them. She is a woman, not even half my size, black hair, short hair. She's short, too. She goes to her place, straight down the path, others follow along other people to the right side. I don't know what to do or who to follow, so I miss my chance of initiative. Many people are already queuing, or standing together. They form circles. The form a circle around a pattern that is written in chalk on the floor. They are all the same pattern, a square of Saturn with a circle around it (which is my representation of the Nine Worlds and the runes around them). I can see three or four groups.

Although I am not sure this short woman with the black hair is the right one, I follow her, because I can't decide otherwise. She was the first of them I noticed, so I suppose it is meant to be so. She has a very serious expression. So, I join them.

There are still people behind. And also the organizers are behind, to see if all goes right. Then everyone takes his place. I am in the circle, we hold hands. And we start to dance, first clockwise and after a while anti clockwise. A whole while. Because I am not sure about the explanation, I am rather suspicious of what is happening. And I look at the other groups. I see that they have done better work and a faster job, I see the squares they danced around have been broken. The lines are jagged. As if a curse has been undone. In our group, it doesn't work or it takes a long time. But still, because this has not been explained to me, I don't know what I am participating in, and why we are doing this. Obviously, we want to destroy the magic squares, but why?

We still hold hands and dance, but the circle is broken and led back up from where we came, and we make a bigger circle, around a bush. (beating about the bush?).

We also sing or chant, though that too is unclear to me. There is this one word we keep saying, which is apocalympia. Or maybe apolympia. I don't know what it means, but it sounds good.

This is when I wake up.