Indian Sacred House

1. Bus

I am somewhere, between two cities, probably coming from my parents' place though I have no recollection of that. I have to take the bus, there is no other option. I am waiting at the right place. Somewhere between Brussels and Leuven. I don't know how I got there.

The bus stops. People get in. I am the last one. I'm fumbling with my wallet. I know for a fact that I still have a ticket. I get in and look some more. I don't want the bus to leave without me, so I get in first and then keep looking, but I find it right away. I even have two tickets. I take the one with the least money on, that should be good for just this ride. I can see it only has 85 cents on it, or maybe 1.85. Anyway, just enough for this ride and a little to spare, about twenty cents. I give it to the driver. He takes it and puts it in his machine. It suffices, but I don't get the ticket back, he bins it. This is what I expected and I don't feel bad about it.

Now the bus leaves. The door behind me closes, and on my left, there is a screen which makes it impossible to go to the passenger's section. It is quite confronting to find it there. I can hear and sense that there are a lot of people on the bus already. So now, I can't even see whether there is still room for me or not. It is the first time I see such a screen drawn. It is made of a metal frame, and possibly plastic, white colours, maybe some grey. Like a Japanese screen, only very basic.

Before I take a seat, because I can't pass the screen, I ask the bus driver whether he stops at the Leuven railway station. He says yes. The moment after I realize that is not the place I was going to. I was heading for Brussels. But the bus drives in the right direction. I am relieved.

The bus stops at the Ikea (Steenweg). A woman descends. Now I know where I am, and I am going in the right direction. This is Nossegem.

I pull the screen aside or it opens. The bus is full. I take a step forwards and look for the first seat that's ready. I have a backpack with me. It is difficult to maneuver with it. The first seat is one that I have to open and click, because it is usually fold to save space. So I do that. There's a woman, probably pregnant, who sits behind me, so I can sit down too. Other people are standing. I take the seat. It is not comfortable.

2. Indian Name Giving

The same dream. Again, I don't know how I got here, but I enter an Indian building. This may be on invitation. There is this one Indian guy who is friendly towards me, in the dream I know him. All the other Indian people I don't know. They scurry about. There is something big going on. That means my friend leaves me alone for periods of time in a place I am totally unfamiliar with.

The house has many floors. There is a turquoise shine to it. I certainly entered it from the street side, through the door. Small house. Lots of people. Light. Street is part of a city, middle of a city.

My friend leaves me upstairs. At this place there are a lot of tables and they have all kinds of stuff on it in preparation for a ritual, I presume. The stairway is behind me. The place I am standing in is the right corner of the building, on my right is a window that looks out to the street. On my left is a big table. In front of me is a small table. In the far right corner is another table. The tables overlap and are positioned in such a way that you can't move them, or the stuff that is placed on it will be disarranged. The tables lean on each other. Some have cloth over them, embroidered. The table in front is a small square one, but high, it has no cloth and is made of dark polished wood. It has all kinds of tiny figurines, statuettes and precious stones and minerals, ordered in such a way that there is no room at all for anything else on the table.

I am completely stuck. I can barely move in this space. I feel rather imprisoned, surrounded by these tables. However, the Indian people can still move.

At some point, my friend gives me something and I have to carry it upstairs, there's an attic upstairs. So now I clumsily move the front table. The pieces on it are shoved to one place. The stuff that is on the table on my left is also disordered. But I can get through. I go upstairs. There's a small unsteady stairway up. It is difficult to get up. I get there anyway. This place, on top, is the highest of them all. Right under the roof. This place is especially turquoise tinted. There is no room to stand or even enter, so small is it. So I am on my hands and feet. There's a window on the right. And fancy curtains. And I place the chandelier on the sill, which functions as a shrine. I feel quite honoured that I can be here. The chandelier is something small, four or five small candles can be put in it. It is made of a silvery metal.

When I go back downstairs, I have again trouble with the stairs. They are not steady at all. They are too small, and the railing is not fast either, it is made of cord and it moves under my weight constantly. Or made of reed, or both rope and reed. On both sides, even the side on the wall that is. I get down in one piece and take back my position in the corner. I try to rearrange the pieces on the table, undo the damage.

In the meanwhile a lady comes from the same corner, all the stairs, up and down, are there. She walks straight along the back wall, which was impossible for me because of the arrangement of the tables, but somehow she can get magically passed, as if by a certain way of moving, quickly that is, the tables are momentarily pushed to the side. If I see correctly she uses a certain kind of stick for that. I see such a stick as that in the far left corner of the room and it reminds me of a maize stalk, only more simple, but it has yellow in it, looks organic, looks solid though, too, and longer than the average person.

I think, had I known that, I would not have had to move the tables in such an ungraceful way. The lady sees I'm touching the sacred objects and becomes upset. She sees I moved the tables and becomes rather angry with me and calls out to her fellow Indians who don't make such a big deal of it. But she thinks it is something like sacrilege, that a person like me touches these things, and more than that, that I moved the tables. She is not at all happy about that and she casts me an evil eye. She does not want me around.

Later in the day when the ritual is taking place, we all sit down on the floor. There is food. The Indian people sit in a square, leaning against the walls. My friend sits on my left. I am about in the same corner as before, but I'm not sure this is the same room, maybe a different level, but still high. Across the room sits the priest, he will guide the ceremony. He is really big and fat and sits on a lot of cushions. The whole room is decorated with silks and cushions. The woman from before sits on the left of the priest. She still looks angry when she sees me.

She gets so irritated with me that she can't stand it anymore and she tells the priest that I don't belong here, that I am like poison to the ritual or atmosphere. The man is quite surprised because he did not suspect me from anything. Now he looks at me. I try to look back, but because he sits so far away, and maybe he has glasses, it is hard for me to find his eyes. He keeps looking, gauging me. I keep trying and at a certain, point I do find his eyes, and they are small but bright, and brilliant, and he smiles. And I know he does not see any harm in me, but to please the lady he says he will do a ritual that automatically identifies any evil in the room. I can't remember exactly what he did but it was short, effective and rather impressive, in a spiritual way I mean. I really felt the electricity. When he did it, he certainly said some words. Maybe we all did together. I imagine there was a pot boiling in the centre of the room in which he threw something, but I'm not sure anymore. In any case I can see and feel the sparks, it is as if he pulled a slight lightning from above into himself. Then he does throw something. Maybe blue things, like sparks of the lightning maybe. And casts them about the room. When they hit persons or the aura of persons it reveals there true natures. People are startled and jump up a little when it hits them, it is that powerful, but everyone is innocent. Me too.

He makes clear that it is now proven that I am innocent, harmless. The lady is not satisfied at all, but the performance is not done yet, the priest can say more about the situation if she would like him to, so he does. And he starts to point fingers to persons and reveals them their secret names. All in Sanskrit. Some are much alike. There is one name that keeps coming up, for different people. The priest has this second sight because of the spell he cast. He points at my friend. He points at me. He says my name. I know that means that I belong here and that I am an important person, someone that is allowed to be in his presence. The name sounds like Prabumanji. I don't know it. I had somewhat expected to hear I name I was familiar with from the Hindu mythology, like a reference to my own name. That would have been Abimunja, what I expected, but it was something with Praba or Prabu. Immediately I tried to memorize the name, but I was still in the dream and it therefore did not work that good.

There was a section in the ritual where we chanted, maybe after the name giving. And for some reason I had to take the lead, although I didn't know the words, nor the melodies. So I tried. The melodies were the hardest. I could remember words somehow. So it all worked out in the end. At that moment is was already night.
+ Before the priest gave names, he was pointing and saying: god, goddess, god, goddess. Or whichever was appropriate for the person in question. More often he said god, but when he pointed to me he said goddess, and I recognized the truth. It is probably the Master you are connected with. Or the image of him. He said it in Dutch (godin).

3. A Measure of Loneliness

Dark. In a room, but can't see it, so rather close up type of dream. I am standing, almost naked. Two people measure me. I know them. They are close friends. The woman talks, the boy does not. They take my measures. For example about the waist. The woman says: I can measure your loneliness. None of us had expected this. But it is what she reads from the tape measure (meetlint). They go down. She measures my knees, or tries to, because she ends up the upper part of my legs. Again she says she measures a kind of loneliness in me. When she says it I have to admit that I have a certain kind of loneliness in me that I was not aware of or that I suppressed. The boy agrees.

4. Ash Wednesday Seven

I get home. Home is a place in an apartment, very high up in a building block, but a spacious place, although we only occupy a very small part. We look out over the city from so high up. I first cross the public room, which has a seat or toilet. I know in the hallway there is a lift, although I can't remember using it. It is dark there. It is dark in the rather wide public room, which should be the living room. But these days everyone is living in the corner room, so that is where I go. I enter. This is supposed to be my parents' place.

Inside is light, large windows. On the right is a table, desk. On the left a sort of saloon. Everyone is here. I was the last missing. Parents and brothers.

I sit myself at the desk. There is a guest sitting there who is visiting. He is an older guy. I recognize him. I've seen him in the shop. I know him from there. He knows who I am too. He is mix of two people I know from the shop, Mr Dv and the other one I don't know his name, but he has grey hair, is taller than me and usually buys a newspaper. They both have grey hair, so the person sitting in front of me also has grey hair. But he also has a seven written in charcoal on his forehead. It being Wednesday in the dream I figure that he must just have come from mass and gotten the Ash Wednesday cross. Of course this does not fit, because Ash Wednesday is passed already, and he has no cross but a seven on his forehead. So I figure the number must refer to the week of lent we are in. In that case it is almost over, because I assume there are eight.

I look at it, but don't say a word. He does not bring it up either, nor do my brothers who think it strange as well.

Soon enough I leave the place because I have to go to the bathroom. I suppose I needed to go all along. So now I am in the earlier room again. There is a big black chair, very spacious, plastic, with wholes, like the plastic is woven, that kind of design. So you can look through it. It is quite comfortable if you sit in it. It is also the toilet. I sit down first. Then I stand up and unzip and water down the chair, because I honestly think it is a toilet. I can even see underneath the marble or ceramic part for leading away the water. My pee is yellow, so I must have been drinking too little, my body is still in need of detox. There's a lot of pee coming from me. Then I start to see, that the pee is leaking away from the pot, it is on the floor, and the pool becomes bigger by the second, but I can't stop peeing, there's still too much coming, even if I try to stop, it doesn't work. Now I have a problem. But I will just ignore it. It means I have been peeing through the black plastic net all along, on the floor.

After that I stay in this room, but go to the desk in this room which is at the other end. There's more light there, and it is dawning and I can see through the large window.

At some point I'm at the computer and this is a very old computer but it looks like it still works. I tell my brother N who is with me at that time, that he could copy the 'spellekes' file or directory and then we can play all those old games from before. He tries to do that. In the meanwhile, I try to look for old files that I still want, maybe I can copy them to my current computer. I look into one or two of these old files, but when I open them there's nothing there but an empty page. Yet I know there must be something, so I try again and again. And in the end I find something but it is only little, like two words at first, which are actually codings of much more information, and then later more words, like a questionnaire. While I'm working on this computer, watching its screen, I might be in another place of the room, this fragment may also have happened earlier in the dream.

So when I am in the so-called public dark room, at the desk, I am at first alone. Later my brother will come. But for now I am looking out of the window and I see pictures of mountains. These must be pictures of when I was in India or Tibet maybe, because these are the Himalayas. These are beautiful pictures of mountains. And I look if I can see myself, but I don't but I do recognize other people on the picture. I pick one photograph, all of them are floating before my mind's eye somehow, like an inner gallery, and this is about a beautiful part of the mountain, of which I have a strong memory. And I gaze at it intently, and I try to be there again by doing that. I know that dreams can work like that, so I do that. And it kind of works. I start to see the scene, but still from a distance. It takes too much effort to get in there for real, so I leave it after a while.

Then I finally get to the work that is waiting for me at the desk. And that should be recording my dreams. So I start getting my papers in order and start writing or preparing for it.

That is when my brother comes and asks me something, he wants me to do the same for him. Recording, but I suppose interpreting too, his dreams. I think that is okay and I can do that. So I will help him first with it. I get ready. He sits on my left. I tell him I have to prepare for it first, which in this case means I have to chop herbs. Either coriander or nettle, or a herb that is both. When I start doing that, the fresh herbs are lying there I get to work to cut them fine, then other people enter, from the window. A whole class of younger kids, maybe teenagers, but still young, girls and boys, come in, and ask me if I can interpret their dreams, or even record them for them. I sigh a little but take on the challenge. There's one particular little girl that takes the lead in asking. She's on my right, across the table, the other boys are on the left, behind my brother. But they will have to wait, I'll first do the work for my brother and then for them.

While I am busy getting the herbs for my brother cut, the dream ends.

Cake in my Mouth

1. Having a Sandwich

I'm outside somewhere in Leuven, but a street that is not there in reality although in the dream I recognize it. The school is nearby. Small picturesque street, cobblestones, a square further back up the road. Light.

There's a small table outside a restaurant where I have my lunch. I think earlier or after I meet Bale on the square. Maybe Pi of the restaurant. Bale's big brother is also there, maybe her friend as well. We talk about food. The food that she just had, or that I am having. Bread and cheese, but good quality, and different than the usual. I think Bale recommends me something to eat.

2. Beer Scan

Maybe the same dream. In that case after lunch I go back to the square.

I enter the shop where I work. Brva and Keva are there at the till. I join them behind the till. There's bottles of beer behind the till, stocked, for a promotion. Some students are there and want some beer. Normally it is per six, but they want one, and per one is possible too, so it seems. I did not know that.

Brva and Keva go about there business, but they don't succeed in scanning the bottle. I think possibly this is because you need to give away a pack of six. They keep trying. There's a qr code. The scanner can scan it, but the computer does not recognize it. Then they try something else, the bottle  has a label which looks like A4 papers glued together, very thick, with text printed on it. Doesn't work.

I would suggest to scan the label that hangs about the bottles.

3. Feeding Cake

Maybe still the same dream.

When I leave the shop, maybe for a second time already, I notice I am in a shopping centre, and the shop is an open place that you can walk through, and you don't really see where one shop starts and the other ends. So I come to a place, down a few steps. The bookshop looks like the interior of the AS Adventure now. Further down I come to a place where they have children's stuff, books and toys, puzzles. I'm interested in the puzzles. I go there in the corner. There's a playground at the same time, slide, the wooden box with puzzles is behind it. Some of the puzzles are books with maths in. I would like to test myself, but I'm not going to buy it now. There's a woman and her daughter. Maybe I help them.

I go further straight on and then there is a bar of kinds where you can have a drink, or maybe a restaurant. These are all places I am familiar with in the dream. A bit further, all connected, is a much larger pub, dark, clean, big, trapezium formed. When I walk out the door there, you come at the street, deserted, dark in the night, maybe wet of rain, broader than the street in the earlier dream. Across is another place for having a drink. I pass them all, I am looking for someone, I don't find her. So I do my round again. I think people start to watch me when I pass everywhere a third time, this seems a bit suspicious. Now I am outside again, and there maybe a policeman, but I don't care, I don't go in the last place anyway, she can't be there, I'm sure, so I just turn back.

There's a lot of people, a good buzz, at the bar where I am now. I am reminded of the Stuk, or its cafe. The place is just a long bar, and people sit at the bar. It is half outside. Crowded. People order drinks. I just go sit there. There's two women, possibly a middle age woman and her mother, although they both look good, have long brown hair, they sit there, and I sit on the stool that is near to them. I don't know them, but I've seen them before in the dream, maybe more than once actually. In the shops I must have seen them. And there daughters I must have seen as well, they are three very beautiful women, still young, younger than me, with long blond hair, and dressed in green. The youngest is much younger than the other two, but adolescent. They arrive and join their mother.

They're eating cake and all kinds of sweet pastry. I decline when they want me to try. They're very friendly and open. Then I get some in my face anyway from behind. One of the girls is standing behind me, rather close, and shoves her cake with cream in my mouth. I suppose I can't refuse now.

4. Flat Round Cake

In an earlier dream I dreamed of cake too, my brother D was there and there was something about having cream with it. Lots of it, because the first batch has dried already, or is soaked into the pastry, so it needs new one. The cake is oval, and round and looks a dull grey green. Maybe this is part of dream 1.

5. Red Dragons

There is a part in an earlier dream, maybe while in the shopping centre complex, because it is a place that is both inside and outside, light, where I see someone reading from a book a distance away from me. But the wonderful thing is that the dragons in the book come alive. They stand next to her and around her, all around her in different sizes. All of them red. A whole bunch of them, this is wonderful to see. I'm not near it.

6. Water

Still earlier dream fragment. Can't remember the context, but I probably dreamed of water. Maybe standing with my feet in it. Clear.

Train to China

1. Hostel

I wake up in the morning in a hostel in Paris or some other city in France. High up. I am the first to wake, or maybe the others are gone already, to work or whatever they do. This is like house sharing. I've been staying here for a few days already. So I know the discipline. There is a small kitchen that is never cleaned up. There are many rooms and hallways, ups and downs, very chaotic structure, old building.

I have to go to the bathroom, so naturally I know where that is. I go from my room to the end of the hallway. A small step up, all wooden interior. Not well maintained. Very small chamber for the toilet. This is the toilet I usually use, but when I look I see someone forgot to flush and there's still toilet paper floating. Actually so much that it doesn't float anymore. And other stuff is in it, though not human excrement. More like toys. I don't want to go here. I know there are other toilets. The house is full of them, on different corners, hidden, and on different floors. I don't feel really at ease in this house. I share it with seven other people, boys and girls, all my age or a little bit younger.

The other toilets are not too my liking either, so I decide not to go, although it is rather urgent. I have to pee.

I go to the kitchen, there is no one there. Then I go back to my room. It is the last door or room, I remember two doors next two each other in the corridor that I pass. There is a frame there that belongs to a loom. There's white and red tapestry hanging about that someone is working on.

Later I meet my own friends, maybe my brother N and maybe Bale, and tell them about the toilets. And they ask how many people live there and I say seven.

2. Boat

We're on a boat, it is a big ship, like a cruise ship. We're in the open sea, or maybe the Channel. North Sea. Inside. Maybe evening or night. I'm with my brother N, I think. We have to go somewhere specific and no one can see us. Secret. We are not supposed to be on the ship in the first place.

First we are in the public area, and then we move towards either the toilets or the elevators where we will not be disturbed. We enter a room. All is green and grey, a little dark. I suppose we are looking for the bathrooms. No one is there, my brother knows a secret passageway we can sneak through.

In the meantime innocent people, a middle age age, see us because they want to use the bathroom of course. We are not taken aback and just continue what we were doing. So my brother opens this door on the side that wasn't there before. And we sneak in and enter the restricted areas. The person sees it and other people see it, that is not what was supposed to happen. They should not know about this part of the ship, or either they want to make use of it themselves, that is not what it is for.

But it is too late now.

We go in anyway, and up somewhere. We still have to move secretly. I realize that the ship has two very distinct sides and that it can switch between them. Maybe they are parallel worlds. 

It is a type of dream that I have had before: Sneaking in the Unauthorized Parts of a Ship.

Because I start to wake, other more superficial thoughts enter my mind and reason about the ship's structure, and I see the sea where we are, but it is not really part of the dream.

3. Train or Plane

I'm in a garage (possibly there is a piece of dream before this). Big one. They only work in the back part of the garage. There are many people here, both customers and employees. Though not many customers, just me and my brother N, and there is this girl who is having her car fixed.

Cars that are being worked on are arranged in this particular area. We stand at the side and watch. The girl is actively participating, or talking to the mechanics.

This part of the building, the whole thing looks like a hangar, can be shut off with shutters. They suddenly slam down. They're made from metal, come down quite hard, make a lot of noise, but you can still see through them, there are two big windows. However, I don't think you can walk through them. So they may or may not be open, I'm not sure anymore.

It's not good that this happens without a cause. One of the mechanics undoes it. But a little later it happens again. At that time, my brother and I know that it is time to leave or either we will not be able to leave anymore. If this thing gets shut and stuck, then we are caged. At the same time, it is dangerous to take the leap, because if the shutters come down while you are standing there, it will kill you. It will definitely smash you.

There was possibly a reason why we didn't leave earlier, but now we do.

The next scene is (or at least I so remember) at the airport. We are already late for our plane. We are to leave to China. And now we are about to miss our flight. We run and we hurry.

There's a large space which is still inside, but also open at the end, behind it are solid walls and buildings, this area is normally restricted or you are guided through it when you have to enter the plane. There is one person that works here overseeing all. Where we come from was nothing, but the side we are going to has these escalators upward. However, they end nowhere. There is nothing on the other side. They stick up, 45°, but only serve as a basis. Moreover, they are shut closed, no one is allowed to enter anymore.

Maybe before we met other people, friends, who we were telling that we are going to China, or else they said other things that were relevant for the trip.

My brother sprints, that is to say, he runs harder than me and makes an effort to still get aboard. He comes to the slanting upward escalators, there are four of them. And they are being closed off when he gets there, but he can still get past in the middle of the first escalator, which means that he enters it where it is already up in the air, halfway up. I don't know how he did that. I could do the same if I ran, but I don't feel like and when I get there I decide to go around to where the normal entrance is, level ground. Otherwise I would have to make this extra effort, I really don't feel like.

When I get there, I see that the last escalator has collapsed. By the way, all of them have a pink colour that reminds me of shrimp paste.

But by now it is already closed off and the person standing there, he has a hat, and maybe a broom, he's a cleaner, says that I can't enter anymore. That's a pity, I think, I would still go on, but my brother comes down and tells me we have to go around and we might still be able to catch the train. So I don't go up and we leave the place.

We are also not allowed on the train, because it is already moving. We run a long way in the tunnel in which the train is passing, or a parallel tunnel, until at some point we, or at least my brother, catch up. If we are lucky we could still enter the train midway, that is to say, in the tunnel where there is no platform, and possibly with the train moving still, but they can open one door in such cases. We are in the right tunnel. The train is in the left tunnel, so we can't see it. It is higher though, we know that.

At some point, both tunnels come together and my brother runs back in the left tunnel and stops the train, or better, asks the authorities if we can still enter. They give him a hard time, saying that we can't, because we are late, and the train is already set in motion. There's people on the train, they will be disturbed if we enter the train in the middle of nowhere.

(There was possibly a piece that I forgot that connected the plane station with the train fragment).

So he talks to the officers. I come around.

This is more or less the time when I start to wake up gradually so the dream becomes confused and ends.

+4. Wallet

I remember a passage in the dream, maybe dream 3, where I take out my wallet, possibly to pay for something, and I find that there is too much disorder in my wallet, so I rearrange two of the notes, 50 euro note and a smaller one. Maybe this was in the garage.

Enigmatic Black Building

1. Underwater Basketball

We arrive in a training hall, big and at first empty. We are a team. Someone throws a ball at me. It immediately becomes clear that we are going to play, or are playing, basketball. Suddenly, there's more people, but we stick to playing with our own team members. Many balls are thrown about. They are hard, as they should be, but I'm not used to it. And they look grey, instead of red, a dull grey.

Then the scene moves to another hall, which is on the other side. People are already playing and maybe waiting for us. One of us takes the lead, and while many other teams are waiting on the side, we consequently are led into the middle. It is a girl who takes the lead. She takes action without considering much, unlike me. I follow nonetheless, trying to trust.

Then the scene changes again, and we are underwater. A very big hall or aquarium. Filled with water, and we play completely underneath the surface. I wonder if I have to go up to the surface, but I don't see anyone else do this.

Maybe the same dream. I see people around me under water, some are human, but others are not. And those who are not can obviously breathe underwater. I ask one guy with short hair, tall, and it appears that they can breathe underwater as well as above.

2. List

Something with a long list. Table of two or three columns, about two or three pages long. Important data, to me. I carry it with me. Dark.

3. Wolf Attack

Long dream, but I remember only fragments.

We are in the south of France but possibly in a time that is in the future, although sometimes it looks or feels like we are back in time. I only see the landscape, green, hills, wide (This is a type of dream I've had many times before, but it has been a long time since).

We are informed about a threat, we don't believe it right away, because the distance is still great and we don't see any immediate threat, but a map is brought out and the wolves are pointed out as black dots on the green land on the map. Packs of wolves are moving in. And they are intelligent. They move south (So they come from Belgium). The dots on the map look like tiny bugs or ticks, they seem to me the bloodsucking type, representing the danger of the wolves. They look like real animals, only very tiny. One of them is bigger. This is not a tick but rather a caterpillar, although still very small.

The scene changes to a real place, somewhere in the fields. I don't remember how I got there. There is a deserted building in the field, there's woods around too, but at the front door is space, a clearing. The building looks to me as if it comes from outer space or evidences an alien civilization. It is black, but shiny, as if some kind of metal, or a material that does not appear on Earth.

Things happen that I can't remember. I'm sure that at some point I am inside. At another point, later in the dream though, I am outside of it and considering of entering it, while a girl or woman comes up to me and explains things to me, which makes me hesitate if entering is a good idea. At that point, there is another building on the right, but behind us. This looks rather like an abandoned space ship. Black as well. We go in there.

There's all kinds of cryptic things in the dream that I can't remember, but which was very interesting, such as information about, well, I can't remember.

Maybe the same dream. Possibly when we are in what I think is a spaceship. I see all kinds of shapes of car, modern, old, and futuristic. Some designs look like cars from the movie Back to the Future. There is one yellow car which is circular in shape and of which the roof can be removed and you can fly with that I think, and almost nothing is left underneath, just the wheels I think.

Maybe I see these designs on a computer, they all appear before my mind's eye, close up type.

4. Miso

I am preparing miso soup, the paste sticks on my spoon. I try to get the surplus out of it, it is always difficult to measure.

+5. Lettuce

At some point in a dream there was a mass of lettuce (veldsla) present on the table. Close up.
At some other point I must have dreamed about the cookbook on herbs that I got from my brother.