Dealing out Rocks

1. Old Neighbourhood
(LUCID DREAM)

I am at my parent's home. My mother is there. My two brothers too. They disappear and go outside. I am still at the kitchen table with my mother and want to leave too, my father is also there. I believe this is around the time they want to take a nap and I better leave the house before I can't anymore. At this point the dream is already lucid, light.
There is certainly something going on in the kitchen. I suppose with food. I think Chdm is there, I think to myself whether I will take her out with me or not.
Then I leave the house, which is late already. When I am outside, I can't find my brothers. I see that N is already far away, at Stco's place. D I can't see. I leave via the garage, as we were wont to do. But also via the door of the garage, which is on the side.
I see the neighbours' house and when I pass, someone arrives. He does not live there, but I recognize him. Maybe his name is Phge, I went to school with him. He has got loads of luggage with him. Some of it he carries, but a lot of it is already in the front garden of the neighbours. It is really big, blue and orange, and made from plastic and square like boxes, different sizes. They look like press boxes from Ima. The two standing there are huge, two persons can stand in one together. Some of his load he puts on the ground, then he continues. He goes on the side to enter the house, I never see him enter. I continue to where the street is and mind my own business.
I don't know where my two brothers are, but I turn right, that is the opposite direction of N.
I arrive at the house of Wile, where I enter the plot. Here, too, I go on the side. There is noise in the backyard and I go check it out. There is a reason why I go to this house, there is something I have to do here. I don't remember what.
When I am at the end of the house wall, and start to enter the garden, I look from the bushes, from between the shrubs. Someone turnes his head and looks at me, though I am somewhat hidden. It is Keva, who lies relaxedly in a chair, such a one as to rest in, lying in the sun. Across him is someone  else. Keva speaks to me, invites me and says that I can join. They are playing a game, like tennis. When I enter the garden I see there are a lot of people, five in all. But I don't fancy playing at all. So I keep my distance.
This is when I see Hafr. Maybe I saw her earlier and thought her my main concern; I do now. She doesn't want to be seen by the rest, she is much younger, and needs to do something too, she looks frightened. I follow her inside the house. We take care that the people in the garden don't see us, though we can't be sure. This feels like tresspassing, but Hafr knows her way very well. This is easy, because as children we knew these houses by heart, far better than the people relaxing in the garden right now. 
She goes in, I follow. She is looking for something. Runs around. I follow. Once she has what she was looking for, we leave, but not through the yard, that would be suspicious. Hafr really has an air of fleeing. So we go through the side. Here we must take care that the others don't see us. We walk around this way and that. Rather nervous, then we get out.
We take our bicycles, which are in the front and leave. She has a bag of something with her. Outside, there is more light than inside. At this point on the street when we are about to leave, I go up to Hafr and kiss her gently on the mouth. She is really embarassed by it. Almost in tears. Her cheeks get red and she runs around as if to shake it of. She runs to my parents' place and I fear she might tell, so I go after her all the time, but she keeps it for herself. She is quite upset.
Then we leave and cycle. I now definitely know where to go, and Hafr agrees. I say my brother must be with Stco so we go there.
Not long after we left, I find things, because I too have a bag, it is on my steer, and there is something in it, and I show it to Hafr. They are stones, all the same size, almost fist size, and yellow of colour. I show one, and she is really surprised but happy, because this is what she was looking for. I put it in her hand, her right hand, because she cycles on my left. I take another one, carefully, as if choosing the best orange among a bunch. And I put it in her hand. She is really happy. After three or four stones she can't hold them all in one hand anymore, and I take one back and she has to find another solution for carrying them.
At long last we arrive at Stco's place. I see the neighbours' houses too, as if they are important, but there is no one there. The same is true for Stco's place. I have the feeling there is no on there, or at least he and my brother are not. There is only one car, and this is suspicious to begin with. We stop  there. We go look in the garden, but we don't see them. So, I was right.
I look for them further ahead, and I think I can see them, in the fields. This is good, it has been a long time since I have been there and played. Someone even tells us they are there, they are not just in the fields but at the swimming pool that is positioned there, which is halfway the road that leads to the T-junction. That decides it. We go there.
Hafr follows still. It is possible, there were people in Stco's garden, and that there was a tent or podium or something set up in the garden as well.
I see the pool, which is the kind you set up yourself. It is in the middle of the road, which is rather difficult if you want to pass, but once we get there, it is not there anymore, like a mirage, and we continue our way to the T junction. This is the main place.
Stco and N are cycling through the fields, or at least the roads that cross the fields, but they are earthen paths. I wait for them at this first point. They go some part right into a field, too, where I never went, but then return and come to where I am. Behind them I see a group of cyclists coming, from further away, and I think I recognize them, but I don't know who they are. Luckily, they don't come near us. They feel like competion for our group, like the other group of badminton players on Tuesday, more disciplined, professional. Six or seven of them. They stay behind.
I am happy to meet Stco and my brother. They have a lot to report. I think that maybe Toha is also here. I want to say to Stco and N that those parts of the field, I used to go to cycling, when I was younger, and I mean in my dreams. So, at this point I am aware that I am dreaming.
I want to say it, but they keep chatting on and turning about that I have no chance of telling them. I  look in the distance.
At some point I finally manage, when I look Stco in the eyes. And that is when something weird happens. He has like a blue aura about him. I see his face and eyes very clearly, and focus so strongly that I see almost nothing else, but I can see him. And I ask him: do you realize you are dreaming. There is a lot of wind or energy about us and I keep the focus. He nods, then says yes. And I continue. I say: I want you to do something for me. Remember this, and when you wake up, remember this, and tell me, tell me when we see each other, next week, on Tuesday, when we go to badminton. I keep repeating. And he is unsure of the time when he has to let me know, but I just keep repeating to him: remember it and contact me and tell me that you dreamed about me. This was a very lucid moment.
Because I realize the lucidity of the moment, and the height of the dream seems just to have passed, I think by myself, maybe I should try and have another go at flying in my dream. Actually, at that point I was already hovering a substantial distance from the ground. But when I try, then the dream quality drops suddenly, and I have trouble keeping it up, so I leave it for what it is. It works a little bit though, but the effect is not very good.
So, there I am again, on the ground. We are all gathered at the junction. And now it is dark, because of my attempt with the flying. And we sit down, there are chairs. Stco is there, and N, and one or two other people too, among which Anle, who is in a chair and looks to the north, away from the rest, but she seems rather comfortable. Now it is time to relax. This time I spend to get back in the dream world, so I haven't lost contact with it, there is continuity.
Suddenly, when my gaze goes back from the street we came, I see this very big purplish moon, but unrealisticly big, as big as a house, right over the horizon, above the houses and the trees. And I point this out to Stco, and everyone looks, but I'm not sure if they see it. And from there I track the night sky, and I see another moon, greenish, in the west, which is its usual place this time of night. And I think, this is strange, two moon, and I look to my right, which is north, and through the clouds I can see another moon, blueish. There is also a normal white moon in the west, above the other one. These three are more normal size, though different sizes. And I tell people what I see, but they clearly don't see it, and I come to the conclusion, that their dream ability is less than mine, their current lucidity is less than mine, and the same with experience and maybe even general esoteric or spiritual growth. Why I can see this, and they can't. 
Then something happens. I see fireworks at the horizon, most of the sky is clouded anyway. First the western horizon, from my right to my left, red and yellow, sparkling. And I am sure they don't see it, but I tell them anyway, and they look for it. In fact they look in the right way. It reminds me of the episode in Crowley's lift where he summons sylphs in an Egyptian temple to impress his girlfriend, but she can't see them.
That is when I come close or am close to Anle, and I start to take her hand. I see her white hand and it must be that of Inro. I take it and she is okay with it. This is a beautiful moment. More fireworks, now in the north, and I am surprised: you really don't see it! That is what I say. Now there is fireworks all around us, and I find it apporpriate while holding Inro's or Anle's hand. But the fireworks are still modest, this is due to my level of energy, I know.
Then we have to break up camp. From the south, where the street is, come things flying, that is to say, I see banners, without the bannermen, cloth thickly woven, with geometrical patterns. Two or three, maybe more. They come our way. Stco stands up and investigates.
One comes closer and I see a name embroidered on it: Cthulhu. Maybe the end of the world is coming anyway. I think it is time to leave. I am not sure what happens next, we have to pass these flags and get home safe, but I remember that we are inside of a house eventually and this particular cloth hangs on the wall threateningly. We are at a small wooden table. I'm not sure who is there in particular. Anyway, I am on the other side of the table, but people don't know what to do with the cloth, while I think it is dangerous. I think of Csdo at this moment, I think because of a dream I had weeks ago. But I sit almost on top of the table with bow and arrow or with a spear and I try to sush the people, or at least ask them to give me the opportunity to throw the arrow. I need to find the right timing, either because of what is said, or because of how the cloth moves in the wind. Then, I throw the arrow and it hits the cloth and pins it to the wall. That is all that needs to be done. I think there is another arrow, or someone else helped me.
But that is the end of the dream.

(58 minutes of writing)