Food on the Table and Flowers

1. Games on the table

Everything is set ready in the house. There is going to be a party. The table is prepared with plates, and wine glasses and cutlery, and ar red sheet covering the wooden table in the rather narrow long stretch of living, dining table, further down the room is another room where there is more space and we tend to wait there. We are waiting for some other people to arrive. I think, we mainly are waiting for Mefa.
The house is familiar, and yet it is not ours and the rooms connect in a strange way.
There is also already the food, which is prepared and ready to be eaten, but we are polite and wait.
So, we go to the other room and talk. There we have something of a fight with other people who do not belong here. Also, there, we already eat something. I remember bread and tomatoes in particular. The person that is certainly here is Chwe. Although I don't see her or she merges with the image of Fras.
When we are waiting we play games. There is one when we are in the living room, which is the spaceous room on a low table, we have a particular discussion going. Then I see a wooden lot box and right when Fras is telling a part of her story, right at the right moment I snatch dice from another table, which is high, and presumably the dining table, but in a differently oriented room now, and put them very hasty in the box, which Freya then takes and throws. I only snatch three dice away from the box of playing games that lies open on the big table, instead of the three that are there. Also, I don't have the numbered ones, but ones with pictures, that are only used for poker. Fras throws the dice and interprets them, it is three different pictures, whereas these dice are made so, that there is one picture once, one picture twice and one picture thrice, coloured black and red of course. The symbols that come up are spot on and I want to hide it, so I give it only little attention.
At the same time, or before or after, at least before we get our meal, because we wait and have fun in between, we are at some point outside, drifting in a boat, going northward, we are somewhere in Holland. Or between Holland and Germany. The water of the river or canal rocks the boat. There is foam on the waves, far away there are bigger boats. Maybe moving to Denmark, if that is our goal. Something about pirates. I put my hand in the water, we have to focus, that is when we get back.
I notice our food is getting cold in the meanwhile, and while we had some of this food in the beginning, most of it is waiting. So, I find that not right and start eating from one particular plate. There are no fixed places yet. Food on the plate is arranged on skewers, but not necessarily meat, rather lettuce, salads, fish things. At this moment in the corner lower floor but same room as we are in, there are Beha and Arve who talk to each other. Beha admires Arve's work and asks him lots of questions, practical questions. They are mainly about IT. The share the interest, and Beha wants to learn.
That is when Mefa shows up, and I, and possibly, the others are quite angry, because he is so late. I didn't mind starting to eat well. I remember in particular the knives lying about. Two per plate, they were necessary for the meat. They were sharp, too, toothed. I cut one piece carefully first from one batch lying on the plate, then from another, and after that I didn't mind. The others followed my example. Fras on my right, someone else on my left.

(18 minutes of writing, 2.20am)

+ There was also something about hair, in the living room, before we got to the tables to eat properly. We had some kind of friendly fight. There was a girl there, who was tall, and rather nice with long curly red hair, very special. And I somehow got caught in this or got caught in a fight with her, which was friendly. And people afterwards pointed to me and I saw that one of her long red hairs was in my own hair, one strand. I took it from my hair and looked at it and was rather excited. I had long hair with curls too, so that matched well. And after a moment's consideration, I decided, no, I'm going to keep this hair, and started to twine it around my finger or hang it back among the other hairs.

(3 minutes of writing)

2. A Simple Bouquet

In the middle of a city, rather square streets, chess pattern, and on a hill.
I am in a shop or something, light, soberness. I am uncertain about something as if I can't make a decision. I will have to go out and find my way anyway.
I decide to buy some flowers, they will serve me well later, I guess. There is not much variation, but I choose the best. Only three kinds, of which there is one kind of flower, one kind of pot to put things in and one kind of grass. Of the second thing, the lady of the shop gives instructions, there is a metal wire net (gaas) around the thing to put flowers in and she shows how to fold it over the bottom, which is like oasis which is used in bouquets. The third thing, I take only two of, it is only the green, no real flower, but they look like cups (kelken).
Afterwards I leave and drive up the hill, which is the wrong direction, I get in the flow of the traffic and follow. I manage to get back in the centre of the city which is the right direction.
There was more than this to the dream, such as conversations, landscapes...

(8 minutes of writing)