Follow the Monkey

1. Leasing Togetherness

The end of a dream. We are watching tv. And I don't really pay attention, but then the scene becomes interesting. There is someone in the woods doing a ritual with a big sword. He thrusts the weapon as if he is opening the quarters like the Enochian rite. That is what it reminds me of, and he keeps turning and turning in the circle. So it looks familiar, but it is not the same. The person is Asian. He does this in a clearing in the woods, so that he can do this undisturbed.

Then, all of a sudden, a group of raiders appears from the bushes, north, and assault him. At that point we also get drawn in into the scene and we are there. So now, the four of us have to try and escape. We go westward. And eventually we leave the woods behind and come upon open plains, vast plains, not a tree.

When the person got attacked, he had to dodge arrows. We only follow when he dives into the bushes to escape.

Actually, he climbs up a tree reasoning that he will be safe there. But that is what we have to do, there is nothing else we can do. The enemy is at our heels, we have to act fast. And I try to climb the tree, but it is much harder than I thought. And this is the point I really have to make an effort, because if I don't nothing would happen. But at the same time I feel I make this effort instinctually, because I am not that lucid at that moment, and by that I am happy, because it means that intention is getting part of my nature. The others are up already.

We are four. That is, me, him, a fat Sultan and a monkey. Possibly the monkey is the person in question, and the fourth person is a woman who got drawn into it and was with me all along. (These are dream creatures). It is the sultan who wants help and needs help to get in the tree. All the while, the monkey, orange kind, but not orang otan, swings as if on a bar. And according to the dream you can measure the age of a monkey by counting the swings. A young monkey will only swing once and be ready. But an old monkey will swing five times, even if five times is not necessary at all. Someone says this. It is a young monkey with us.

Because the monkey knows what to do, he sort of gets the status of being the leader. And somehow it feels like we lease a feeling of togetherness, a group mind, from him. It is the same feeling as sharing a house. In one swing he is stable. Only the young can do that. Later monkeys become more playful and they swing more than they need to.

The dream ends when we are a long way on the plains as a team or party of adventurers. The pursuers are a long way behind, but they are still there.

I am the one who is the last in the party, we constantly run. We all blindly follow the monkey in this fantasy landscape, right towards the ravine.

This was the big dream and recorded it on paper at 4.45am.

2. Press

Something about presses. Maybe the relation of actually pressing and the press, newspapers and what is pressed. In the dream I understand the connection suddenly much better.

3. Sinking Ship

We are on a cruise ship or large boat, or we are not and just watch it. The water is deep, but I think land is very nearby. The water is clear. The boat sinks, you can see it still underwater. We have to escape, but there does not seem to be any rush. The coastline has cliffs and palm trees, exotic. Leading, guiding.

4. Shald Bore

Maybe still the same dream. I am reading a text that is written by Kvgu. Much of it is in red. Every line is a different sentence and holds some meaning or information. Is a unit of information. Some things seem to be in it twice, sometimes right after each other, sometimes with other lines in between. I will rearrange this. And I set to work. I start to correct the text, regardless of what Kvgu thinks, because I have a feeling he watches me from over my shoulder, but I don't think he is there. I find his Old English renderings very ridiculous. He uses a form of shall that is possibly just his imagination, which is shald. It occurs more than once. The expression 'shald bore' is in the text twice.

5. Meditation in the Park

At some point in a dream we are in the garden of my parents. We have to punch a wooden pole in the ground, in the grass, which will serve as a starting point. Pake is there too, that is, he returns. When he does, that is when we are in the garden, before, we were in the house, possibly.

Same dream. We will be doing the meditation, that is why Pake is here, but I will be the one leading it. Because I am uncertain, things take a long while to organize. I expect things to organize themselves. This all happens when we are still inside in the hall. They are up on a hill. But the meditation will be done in the park, outside. There are different rooms. People sit there and wait in the main room. Then there is the front hall, that forms the entrance, but this will be the place by which we leave the castle. But on the other end is another room, and that is where much of the dream played earlier. There must have been food.

I remember I had sex. There were two women, both of them known to me. One was Grdr, who I know since I was a child, and the other is the waitress from the restaurant where I take my lunch, but the older one. Grdr seems to be more eager, but I choose the other one and this seems to go better, I like it much better, and it feels more familiar as if with her I find what I was looking for in the contact. Something I long ago forgot but now with her find again. And it goes on a long time, but I enjoy it.

Then finally everyone moves out. I am about the last I think. People sit outside, but this is a big place. It is a steep hill, meadow, grass, and people sit there, like students, here and there. Below are trees, but we don't go there. It is a mass of people. I will guide them in meditation.