Empty Places

1. Lecture

Group of people in a rather empty room. Official meeting. Very sober surrroundings.
+ Maybe something with aliens? This was a fairly lucid dream and long, but too early, so did not get up.

2. Teaching Taiji and Plants on the Way Down

I take a ride with Elbe. She drives. We are either going to the taiji lesson, or the meditation. It is unusual for her to come. Meandering road through the hills. Landscape, countryside. We pass a church. Everything looks so deserted. She stops at a parking lot, she has done another two before that, because she is looking for a particular shop, big one, specific one, that I don't know. I am amazed that she knows her way here so well. This is a side of town I never come.
She drives up on the parking lot, circles, there is no one there. Then finds that the shop is closed. The other ones were, too. Maybe it is Sunday. When she turns back, she drives over the footpath a little. We stop here anyway and get out. This is a good place to get where we are heading. We go downhill. The dream becomes a little more lucid here.
You have a good view, panaroma, here. There is a small pathway, steep sometimes, passing rock. We take it. You would easily miss it if you did not know it was there. It is covered. We shove the plants away. Bale is here. We discover many interesting plants on our way down. Things we have to remember. As we go past the barrier of plants, the rocky wall is on our left, we come to a very different place, and I think, this is the place where I was waiting for to go. My destination. This part of the world is flat, peaceful, warm. It is still early in the morning. We walk towards the venue. It is still a long way off. On our left.
I had said to the participants that the venue is behind the church, so not the usual place, but a different place. I hope everyone will find it. Then I see ahead of us, one of the participants, a young lad, he apparently knows the way, so I relax.
Once we get to the place of gathering, we are still outside, in the open, on the green. We start practicing, while standing up. But first there is still a lot of talk. (Piece I don't remember).
When it is time we go inside the building that borders on the green, which is big and bulky, and might be part of the rock wall that separates this part of the world from the other side. So, this is on a deeper level. Once inside we go to one specific room.
There are not so many people that turned up as I expected, but I continue anyway. Maybe five of us. A lady comes in later, panting, she just parked her car and had to run to get here. I start. Still in a standing position. Not long afterward the lady says she wanted something more dynamic. I go into it, but in the end say that we are not going to do taiji, that is a different class. She needs to do something active first to get in the mood. The boy agrees. Someone else, a woman, then remarks, either Bale or Elbe, that they don't know what to look for or experience, when I do the meditation, while that is exactly the point, that I teach them. I tell them to be patient. I also think that maye I could do warming up exercises I know from elsewhere, such as shaolin. I was thinking of qigong first, to do as warming up and demonstrate a few moves, but that is still to passive for them, I tell them, so I won't do that.
The woman who spoke up might have been Elbe, but when I looked, then she looked very different, long hair, much older.

3. New Appartment

Then the dream goes into fragments.
Other place, something with moving house.
I am in the house I live. I struggle with the green bag (gft). This is as large as the normal binning bag. There is something in a pot on the fire, which must be binned.
The house I move into. Keva is there, he has an argument with the landlady. Deserted and empty place.

+ I am reading a text. This is a song, or something I have to study, but above it is another fragment of text, which draws my attention, because it gives a meaning of an Old Norse word that I didn't know. It says Sól Dal, which means House in the Valley. And then I see a lot more entries for Sól, and I read them all, and I see that the word should sometimes be translated with 'house', which makes sense, so I will have to look back at Voluspa and check, because everyone has clearly always translated that part wrong.
In the same book is a fragment about a prince whose coat of arms has a flower in it, but I can't really tell what kind. It is orange, it looks like a daffodil, but at the same time in another frame I see this person, and he wears roses, five of them. He looks rather dandy. White. White horse possibly. Rides from right to left.
The book is hand written, ball point. Maybe someone's diary.

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+ 4. Healing Cancer
(hypnopompic dream)

I visit a girl, where she lives, other people are there too. Appartment block, middle level floor. Small, long rooms, her mother lives here too, but in a separate room.
Music plays. I start to undress. I start to touch her. Look for her tits, which hang quite low on her chest.
I go sit in the sofa. She talks to her mother in the other room. Then suddenly, she puts away my clothes and seems to pack her own stuff as if leaving, or as if signalling that what I am doing is not good, or to make room to sit next to me, but she does not do any of those things. I wear red. Underneath my pants, which look like my black fleece, I wear a red flanel pair of trousers. But still, I feel naked.
She goes to the kitchen and says she wants to put on other music, while the mother was on her way of choosing a cd of her own. The girl is Else by the way. She does roleplaying and is in a coven. The mother has to leave that room, the girl says, she will play this cd first and Metallica after, because the first the mother does not agree with, but the second she does.
I go in the kitchen where she is. She is all the way in the corner with her face to the wall. Hiding, maybe of shame. I do go toward her. She says something, that she has cancer. And it is in her stomach, I can feel it. I stand behind her and touch her lower abdomen with my left hand. Immediately I feel warmth and energy flowing. So I leave my hand there. At the same time this feels intimate, but she tolerates what I'm doing. Then, I put my other hand around her, looking for the right place, because she is leaning against the wall, so it is difficult to put it around, her, but it kind of works. Then I look for her breasts again, which are small, and hang too low on her chest, now I start to wonder. She wears a woollen pullover.
That is where the dream ends.