I Know You

1. Toe Nail

A part of a dream is in the veranda at my parents' place. Sunshine, by day. I am in the left half of the veranda. Near a chair.

I remember my toe, maybe not the same as the one I hurt, but it looks the same. And I think, ah, now it is like that again. Coloured, blue from being bruised. And the toe nail is ready to fall off. Smaller nail than before.

2. Lady Rita

I come from the shop where I work. Or maybe prison, or pass the prison, however I walk the length of the Naamsestraat. And on my left, continually, there is a high wall that maybe reminds me of the wall of prison. Red brick wall. There's a lady who I know from the shop. I have seen her just now in the shop, but I don't want to give her too much attention. Especially not when I see that lots of people are drawn to her, like groupies. I know her name too, Rita. This is her name in the dream, don't know her real name. They are all ladies following her around.

When I see her, of course I greet her and I name her by first and last name, but I get odd looks from the wives around her, because they all call her Lady Rita.

(Maybe this was the last dream).

3. Takes a Long Time to Remember

I arrive at a certain place. A high place, covered, and open like a balcony or balustrade. Lots of space beneath us. My brother is here, N. Sometimes this balcony is a real room, but still long, and sometimes it is narrow and dark. But sometimes light.

There are lots of people. Some sit down, some stand. When I arrive, I walk passed two ladies, one of whom is black. I think I know her. I look again but can't figure it out but from the expression on her face I can see she is thinking the same. The other woman is her mother. I walk towards my brother, but I look back and keep looking trying to remember where I know her from.

Then she says something to me, as if to signal that she remembers. Or maybe because I was staring. But when she does, something dawns in me. 

Then I remember. These two have given me a lift like half a year ago, and that must have been the only time I've seen them or met them actually. They gave me a lift when I left the GC barbecue, because I left early, because I still had to catch the train to get to London the same day. They drove me to the station, or to the sea to get across. Now I remember. 

I also remember that she bought a book of mine that day, the small one. So I ask her if it was any good and she says yes and that she uses it every day, or at least still. 

4. Eating in the Living Room

Food. Living room at parents home.  Mother sits on my left, on the sofa. Not her usual place, but she is also actually someone else. Light. Food on the table, but we have to take care not to spill. Happens anyway. The food is good (This from notes). If I remember correctly, people were waiting to eat, but I started anyway.