Promise a Date

1. Town Church

Herent, church square. (Can't remember the dream).

2. Making Crocque

A group of people assembled. Many people, most are my age. Outside and inside, big complex.

At some point I am inside, the room resembles the dining room of my parents. We're around a table. I'm always the one that is different than the rest. They all seem to know each other. They're possibly my family. It is time to eat. But I am late, maybe I have just woken up. And most of the food is gone already. The people around the table are older than me, my parents' generation. Maybe uncle L is there. They talk among themselves, I have no clue about what they're saying. I want something to eat. The person who reminds me of uncle L sits on my left, and I am on the left side of the table. He says there is still bread and he points to where it is.

On the left is another room, which reminds me of the living room, but all the food is there. Lots of loaves. Most of which are low quality English style bread in plastic, very square slices, a bit too soft. There are some decent loaves, but most have already been eaten. I want to make crocques, tostis. I can't choose. Then someone stands next to me and helps me out, but the bread I like is too big. It is dark brown, but has holes in it, so it is not good for melting cheese on. Even so, only half a slice of it would suffice. The man takes a piece of a slice and will demonstrate whether this can be toasted or not. By that time, I already lost interest in it.

3. Man Kiss

Same dream.

The party is leaving. Everyone is saying goodbyes. There is a girl I like, she comes to me a kisses me on the cheek when she leave, she kisses me a second time, on the mouth. I feel there could be more, but I am not at all that sure, and when I look again, it is indeed a young man that I kissed. People standing about do see that more could have happened if only I wanted it. This is inside a house, the upper part. The kiss felt very wet. I was rather pleased when it happened.

4. I Give Her My Number

Same dream. Outside. Light. Lower part. This is the end of the weekend or the meeting. This is where the young people are. Two girls in particular interest me. At that point, one of them I think is Dore. Later she will be more like Mavt. I talk a lot with these girls.

Tables are set in rows and everyone has their own place at the table. This place is narrow may earlier have been a street. It is lower than some other part of the complex. And walled.

Everyone starts to leave. It is like an exodus. So many people. Going home. It may be morning or early noon. Stuff happens I can't remember. I know I want to meet them later. Both of them, but Mavt in particular.

There is a long way to where the goodbye area is and we go back from there as well to where the camping place is. This is all in the city though. 

Only at the end of the dream I remind her that we agreed to meet each other later. I don't want to be pushy. On the other hand I know in the meanwhile that many other guys asked her and that I'm not that special for her at all. Or maybe I am.

Eating rice?

At some point at the lower part when she was with other girls coming back I heard her say that so many guys asked her out but no one actually asked her anything specific, by which she was rather disappointed. And she says, yes, they ask you when you got up (10am) and whether you slept well and that sort of stuff, but nothing of consequence. She stands out in the crowd.

In the upper part, we again sit down, all of us. Many things happen. At last we exchange details. I give her my number, I have to think about the numbers, because I seldom have to write it down. She already has a paper, A4, with my name on it in big letters in the middle, by which I am surprised, but this is nice. She put lines before and after the name, making something artisty. With a thick black pen. And beneath my name in big letters still she writes down my number. And she says, I can't do this next week or any of the following days, but in two weeks is okay. Obviously, she doesn't want to rush anything. I can only be okay with it.

+ One of the things that happened in between was a man who took a bottle of milk out of the fridge, in the middle of the room, upper part of the complex, and I thought this was my bottle of milk which was probably off, because it has been so long in my fridge that I wouldn't trust drinking it anymore. And when he put it to his lips, he was surprised indeed, but not because the milk was sour, it only tasted different. It probably was no milk at all, but something else. The liquid was thick. I wasn't able to identify it, but was happy that I was not the cause of something bad.
+ One of the other things that happened was that the two girls, dark, were on the upper level, I followed, had something to do there. I face a table for something, while they walk away. Without turning around, I take the wrist of one of them, very gently, I don't face her because I am embarrassed to show my emotions. I know everyone can see the gesture, my move as it were, but I am embarrassed about it. I touch her to ask her something. It is okay. She wears long sleeves, dark coloured pullover, maybe wool. At this point, she is surely Mavt.
It feels like she goes somewhere and I follow her, and I'm always a bit too late.

5. Leaving Song

Same dream still. I am going home. I have my bicycle with me. On the back of my cycle I put a big box, too big to carry really, with a cloth or lid on top to protect what's inside. There's not much inside, but there is this one bottle of mayonnaise, which is almost empty, that I want to put in it, but it doesn't work, because the pot is too big for the opening.

I walk up the lane, back into civilization.

Then people come after me, this is when I happen to be inside somewhere, in the last room before the outer world. Small, table, wooden. Some people already there. But Cavs is also there, the tall one. She reminds me we promised to sing before I left. I remember she said that. But I don't feel like singing now. The people she brought, among which my father, will sing for me. They stand there. That is about where the dream ends.