Cooking Seafood

1. Oyster Sushi

First of all a place like home, Inro is there, sits down. We talk. I prepare to take leave, I have to go somewhere, she gives me advice I think. The street where my parents live, I go with my bicycle. Light. Calm. Cross the crossroads, look out for cars that come from the right, lorry too. I cross and go left, toward Leuven. Morning.
I want to be on time so I hurry a bit. I arrive at the place, a cooking demonstration is going on, central kitchen in the living room, high tables built in a rectangle around the cook, and chairs around that where the people, or guests, sit. The cook looks like the manager of our shop in Antwerp. I have oysters and deep fried shrimp with me, this is my share. And I immediately have a good idea, why don't we make tartare of oyster? I want to tell the person rightaway. He keeps explaining what he is doing like in a tv cooking show, and the intention of the workshop is like that of the cocquerie at the Vaart in Leuven. 
I have to urgently talk to this guy, but I have difficulty to come close and tell him. Can't remember what exactly. So I interrupt, he is making fish too. But when I get close, stand next to him and ask him right in front whether I can ask him a question, he first says yes, because he thinks it will be about his cooking, but it is something completely different, and he does not want to answer and is angry and waves me away.
I am a little irritated too by that, but I back away and go stand where I came from on the side. That is when I see, on the right side of the central kitchen, three girls sitting, and they all look like Inro. I know the real one from the other too, she sits furthest of them all. The closest to me is Inla, and I am surprised to see her, but maybe this is my chance to talk to her. They all look up and I say hello to all three at the same time, which is difficult, because you can't give special attention to one in that way. I don't know what to do, who gets priority, what will the others think if I give one of them more attention.
But I go anyway to one of them, and because I am not sure who the middle one is and she looks a bit like Inla, I go to the real Inro, because of her I am sure. I know surely who she is. This means that I sit down between the two Inros, of course I only talk to the real one, and ignore the other, but they seem to be related. And the unfamiliar one is younger. I think she may Inro's sister. I don't know whether she has a sister. 
I reason that Inro must be present here because she was expected to, and how she can be here quicker than me, I don't know. We talk. I say to her I would have loved to know and see her when she was still into gothic. She has some things with her to dress gothic. But she does not want to do that anymore, that part of her life is over.
Early dream. Lucid.

2. Four Day Workshop

The dream continues, because I am really preparing for a journey. I go to another room or drive around on my cycle first in town, unfamiliar, big, modern city, light.
At some point I barge into Dabe. He is going to help me. This possibly has something to do with initiation. At some later point and in another place but still the same city, there is also Fras. And when we all leave, going our seperate ways, Fras makes the point of saying that the three of us will come together for a ritual later in the year, we have to discuss this. I say to Dabe that I'd like to do that in Germany, where he lives. But now I really have to leave and I explain to Dabe, of the four days, the one but last I'll be in Scotland to visit Fras for a workshop, so I can't make the full four days. I tell him I am quite busy. Four persons I have an appointmen with. Fras2 and Fras, and then Dabe and someone else I can't remember.
This second place was a small public room, next to the street.
I also remember wandering through the city, looking for the right streets, big streets, railway. There is a train leaving the city on the east side, I will have to take that one. Outside of the city I see the fields, and plots of land that people use for gardening, vegetables.
A lot more things happened there, but I can't remember. Hints to magic.

2+. Eagle Head

We are outside, evening, on the grass, standing, all near each other, I don't see the surroundings, maybe someone's backyard, or maybe the start of a field, countryside. Behind me is a house or are houses. Two people are discussing something important, at first I just listen. They are preparing for something that they are participating in and everything must be right. One of them thinks she or he is right, the others don't really know, I have my own opinion.
The whole topic is about the eagle. The person in charge has a white sheet with which she covers her head, while she holds the ends in her hands. This is the eagle.
And they discuss the importance of the word eagle, the English word and its root, or esoteric etymology maybe. That is where I try to follow, but I'm not certain about my own thoughts about this, so I don't interfere. It is important to use the word 'eagle' and none other. There is a mystic old French connection? Or Celtic?
What I think is that when my time comes to do this rite, I will use the Germanic counterpart, Arend, and that will be good too, whatever they think.
I must have seen a real eagle too, in the dream, white, brown, yellow, American kind, big.
 

3. Octo Head

Last dream was about a boy that went fishing with another person, but was tricked, river, boat, trees on the side. Because he got from the guy an octopus on his head which he could not remove. In a next fragment, this was in the news, and years later it was still remembered, when I walked the steets of a city, brick.

+ Before that in the same dream was a fragment where I was working on a computer, old model, on the street, outside, and two other people with me, who obviously knew more about those machines than I. I was working on trying to communicate over long distance, maybe England, Great Britain. Things were in English anyway. Though I was the least competent, I was trusted the most. Papers came out of the machine, don't know what it all was, don't remember. Dark.

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