The dream starts outside in the nigth, but we move inwards in a building, restroom, place to stop underway soon enough.
After a long trip with many friends, we are on our way home, but make one more stop underway to rest. At first there are lots of other people too, but then the place is deserted, and after a while I am totally alone in the complex.
I need to go to the toilet. I find two places. One is right in front of me, where there is lots of light and space, it is open, and part of the common room were everyone can see you. It is either middle in the night or still early in the morning, because the clean up crew is still there and taking breakfast, not exactly in the toilets, but at them, which is close enough to be seen when you would go have a pee.
The second set is further down the road where it is darker. This place is narrow, little place to manouver. But this would be good, were it not for the broken glass on the floor. I go here first, and go about in a big circle to avoid stepping in the glass. The toilets here are closed because of it. A sign says: the naked mirror is broken (de naaktspiegel is stuk). This is about some mirror, not a toilet, but that it because there are showers as well. And this is true for the first place, the toilet are showers.
I can't find a place in. So, I leave this second place. Then I see a young girl wrapped only in a blanket with her head coverede, but she has long long hair and she goes there and she is not bothered by the sign or the glass on the floor. I can see the glass and I don't want to step into it. But she goes anyway. I think by myself: if she can do this I can too. But I also want to meet this girl, because she looked so nice and attractive. So i start follow her to where I can't and I stop soon enough, because I know I'm not going to make it.
So I return from whence I came and just go at the first place. All the work men and women there are dressed in orange. They have a very crude, raw feel about them, as if they are not that bright. I know they will see me if I go, but I can't care. I see someone else go to the toilet first, so I know it can be done. And I sneak in behind the screens which separate them.
The toilets are all showers, and the are all next to each other without doors or walls. There are doors in front which are not used and separate the lot from the common room where the workers are sitting, but they can still see through, because of the gaps under the doors and between the doors, because there is no wall. This set of showers is positioned higher than the floor of the hall. The doors are orange too.
I enter from the side, which is the only way. I don't make a fuzz of which cabin I would use, because it really does not matter. So I am in the middle. And I see everyone. Still, I start peeing. I pee in the water, I realize that I am standing knee high in clear water. All the toilets are filled with it. I don't mind or try not to mind. At a certain point I bend through my knees and make a certain movement, because I want to move a bit to keep it going, but the effect is that I create heavy waves in the water in which I'm standing. And this attracts everyone's attention. They see it and laugh. I try not to be ashamed and continue, but I don't like it when they do.
Afterwards, I go back to the side, where I entered, and join my friends with whom I'm here. They sit together. They are both people I know well and people I barely know. We try to eat something or we start packing up for the next stretch home. Bale is on my right, she helps me.
I try to pack my bag, which is shared with other people, so we have to work together. I try one particular thing, but the bag changes into a bottle, and what I try to get in is the cork with the screw still on it. In the back of my head I am thinking, I must certainly also pack my book, I'll be needing it on my travels. At some point I get the cork in rather well, that's when I leave it as it is.
Then we are still in the same place, but outside now, on a grassy hill side. There are other travellers but no onlookers. And we talk about the way home. There is some discussion about the length of the stop, although I find meaningless, because we are ready to leave anyway. There is talk about driving still 300 kilometers and how long it will take us, but I know we will be home in time.
+ I know what I would be doing once I got home, which is to get some more sleep. I already planned. So I would listen to a certain tape and get some rest
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Lucidity.
ReplyDeleteI hesitate to call this dream lucid, although the part with the water in the shower moving was a lucid moment. The trouble is I would have forgot the whole dream would I not have made an effort to remember it to write it down. True, other scenes of the dream are forgotten.
Interpretation.
Following the girl to the toilets but being hindered by the glass refers to last night's failed attempt to court Dore, though she had no shame going after Mefa.
The orange may refer to the shop I work or either the colours of blogger.
Maybe both points above are 'residue' rather than 'interpretation'.
Residue.
The bottle may be a residue from opening a bottle of mead last night at the party.
I stick to the above interpretation.
ReplyDeleteIn the afternoon I took a nap. At some point I heard music and when I became more alert it disappeared, but I knew I could still tune into it, so I went back into a sleepy state and focused on hearing the music, as if it came from the radio. At some point I even heard words, singing, and I could maintain this. After a while I drifted off into a dream world, where music played from the radio. Then I went to work in the dream and I passed the resto where I buy lunch. It changed looks and had opened a shop on the other side of the street too. I almost stumbled over someone or something, as I was surprised. When I went into the shop where I work, I saw that this too was changed on the inside. The till was right in the middle of the room, and everything was more modern. This was a shock. I had another dream before I woke up from the nap, which felt like a vision. I was on the sofa where I was taking the nap, but there was a girl on top of me, floppy tits, but I licked the left one anyway. Maybe this was an astral vision and is there something in the house that was really there.
I don't know if I would include this kind of dream in the official section.