Brown Primordial Sea

1. Healing

Close up dream. A man's body. Lots of light. Lucid. Healing. I am healing someone, maybe Re. On the man's body, chest and belly, are large coloured areas. Green, blue, yellow, all bright colours. Red. They change. They change place and size. And are like a puzzle that needs to be managed.

(From notes). Healing on two persons.

2. Mud Sea

I'm at one of the poles. Feels like the north pole, however the name I associate with this is Antarctica. We're on the rocks, me at least. I feel very small against the formidable power of nature here. Everything is wild. Rocks on land and then nothing but the vast sea. I walk along a small path or cliff near the sea, almost at sea level towards somewhere. I follow a person, a girl I think. That is the only reason why I go this far out. Because I know it is dangerous.

The sea is muddy, and rocks float in the water. Dirt sticks on the rocks.

Now I'm at the end of the land. Then the rocks start to crumble, not a lot and not all at ones, but just where we are. And we are quickly on a small rock floating in the sea. The sea is really dirty, and I associate it with sexual secretions, maybe my own. And I have to cling well to the rock not to sink, but there is no real danger of dying. Brown dirt, like foam on a soup. 

Now there is really only the wild sea.

Maybe this expedition too began with five people. And we were skiing then.

At some point I see the seed of a dandelion, but a really big one, as if a more primitive, more ancient, prehistoric one. The sea itself feels like the primal sea. I recognize the seed, and then the next one, as a sign of hope, of life and restoration. The seeds find rocks to settle. It is a beautiful sight. That is about the end of the dream. This place is also hot (from notes), heat. But still the seed survives the temperature.

Maybe I fall.
Ancient Sea type of dream.

3. Threatening Opera

Quest. Ardennen. Woods and hills. First we are in a piece of civilized place we are familiar with. We are on a quest. We are five people. Both my brothers are here. The weather is good. It is day when we start off.

Hollow way that leads into a wood. That is the point of crises. Some of us want to go straight and others want to take the shortcut on the right. On our left are fields, they are fenced off. Earthen path. Behind us is civilization.

Two of us immediately take the route through the dark wood. As a response, two others take the upper route. They avoid the forest and climb up the way and continue indeed via the more civilized places. There are also girls in the group. I see what happens, but I follow the ones that go in the wood, that is the destined path. I don't doubt. I leave behind the other two.

There's a thick mist in the forest.

At some point, we come to a stage we enter someone's backyard. The two in front are ahead of me, but I hear them struggle. The path is difficult here. It is very hard to get through. It is especially narrow. We have to continue anyway. So I don't think about it, but just make my best effort and go. I don't have second thoughts and I don't consider other options. In the woods it is dark. But now I truly enter someone else's property. The others are ahead already, again, and face the owner. I hear him shout. He must have seen or heard us. I continue anyway. When I get closer to the house, I see lights inside. I also hear music playing, an opera. Very loud. This is the owner himself, his way of threatening us. But he doesn't come out himself. The trouble is that one of us is inside. I don't care. I'm not afraid of the music. The other two have to help themselves. So I continue. All this happened in the night.

There's not just the opera resounding, but also barking of dogs, very loud, at least two. But one of them is our dog, that someone brought along, and this dog is called Rosa.

And so I pass the house and come to a street. This is the top of a hill and there is a bridge built over the street, a place where three streets come together. A few more houses are in the neighbourhood. But it is more open here.

I'll wait here, at the corner, because surely the other two that took the other path will come from the street on my right. They will have to climb it. In the meanwhile it is morning. The streets are empty. Then I see a girl pushing her bicycle up the steep street. She comes home from work. I recognize her. I've seen her in the shop. I know she will recognize me too, but I don't really know her.

Then I see something strange as I watch her. A large red beast with wings clings on the front of her body. Maybe it is a dragon, maybe a sort of bird, but it is almost the size of a human. And the red stands out.

When I see this, I have a cat nearby myself. And it wants my attention. That's where the dream ends. I'm sure the boys will come from there too.

4. Lift Up and Down

Dark. Inside a building, there is only the lift, am I alone in it? The lift goes very fast up. And then very fast down as if it falls. (Mostly from notes).

I am pursued. Students. I try to escape.

There is a hidden chamber.

I enter. There is a bed and a pillow on the bed. The pillow is especially designed for having sex, either for practicing it on your own, or in pair. Or training really. And the bed itself the same. 

I have to consider (don't know with whom). Then I try anyway, and the next moment I beneath someone who also wants to try. And we are having sex and it is great. Young blond girl. I remember her (Tervuursestraat). Someone enters the room and watches or sees us. 

Queen. Fun. (Can't read the rest).