Jewish Quarter

1. Planning a Gun Party

(From notes). Ordering my notes, inside, sunlight, partly outside. Maybe Russian. White paper, I remember orange and blue lining, maybe rectangular shaped papers. I sit down for this. Am relaxed. 

I join something. Two other people are also here. We start outside. I mop, maybe the kitchen. High place everytime, view to outside.

In the meanwhile a lady leader figure arrives and is preparing for something, maybe she is an architect (from notes). The event she prepares will have many guests. It will last several days, with one main day. All is on her paper, schedule, I help her. There will be a shooting competition, maybe clay or carbine.

Everything is planned. Then it appears that the person responsible for the shooting, possibly the only man capable of handling a rifle and not a member of the party itself, will not make it that particular day. When we do the shooting for fun, he at least must be present to supervise.

2. Still Exhausted

(From notes). Legs with us, I come along. I remember that we now are one year later, it is March, last year we started in January, so more than a year has elapsed. Still my legs hurt, I think. After all that time. Still I have not recovered fully.

3. Two Jewish Buildings

I'm walking in an unfamiliar city, dark, by day. We end up in the Jewish quarter. There is a building which is isolated, right in the centre, and then a street around it and buildings, but this central building really stands out. It is a big block, maybe like bank. Jewish property, so maybe diamond factory.

We get a tour. Someone guides us. There is another Jewish building between the normal houses. Also big. These two buildings are special, they don't look so, but they feel so. This second building I remember, I've been there before, ten years ago. I worked there. When I say this, I don't want to give away my age by saying ten years. Anyway, people get the impression that I go a long way back. (From notes). I go along with a young guy working, but we have to wait a bit longer first. Then I say something, like: ten years ago, I have worked here already. Everyone is surprised that I am that old already.

The place reminds me of Heidelberg. In the dream we never enter, but that is the intention, for the second building at least, not the first, that is more exclusive. I haven't been there.

We hear about different kinds of Jew that exist. One particular kind is emphasized, I don't remember, it was something like kishkish, but it does not exist. The others that were named were the classical ones. This KK were the weakest group. All this is information I have already, in the dream. That is when we enter? 

4. Seven Drinks

We are outside, on a square, big one, but where we sit, in the sunshine, good day, that part is private, or closed off. Jews are sitting with us, or the building behind us is theirs. In the middle of a city, big city. We relax. It is my turn to get drinks, or I want to get a drink and think it is only polite to ask the others, in the old days I would not have done that. So other people start to order, and I have to remember seven drinks, among which two cokes, my own water, and a special kind of water I have not heard of before. This is a kind of sparkling water, but only half, the other half is still, so you have both kinds in one and the same bottle, one and the same glass. I wonder how that can be, and I am curious. It appears to be a new thing and the thing is that it is like the atmosphere, mixed constitution.

Maybe the Loving Hut.

I get up and look for drinks. I remember two different place and they don't really match the square. One is near a green and I get my drinks from a ticket booth or something like that, there is a small space you can enter and there are the drinks, or you order them. The other (don't know anymore). But I don't find the place for ordering drinks rightaway, this is the second place I talked about, and it is on the right behind the fence.

Livl is sitting in the corner at the table, whites. Kr is there too, after a while he comes helping. Or someone else does. I don't particularly make an effort to remember. I actually forget, I can remember four or so.

At  the table we discuss whether we will go to work tomorrow, but everyone wants to go work rightaway, I don't, it is 4pm, and not time enough anymore. I want my free time till I really need to get back to work, so I only want to start working tomorrow. Livl wants to work rightaway.

Lots of sunshine.

5. Pepper Poker

We are outside, but private, at a long table. The house in front of me. Back part of a street. Behind me a fence. Long space. Don't know what's on my right.

We are playing poker. Three rounds I remember. Maybe we are five players, but one does not pay attention, so maybe really four. My brother N is one of them. He sits across of me, and maybe no one between us, or maybe one person. We play with Roma tomatoes instead of cards. We all have two. And we use the red pins, which are used for sealing AMP boxes. After one round already, I don't win, but see how the others are playing and wait for my chance, after one round we the pins have changed into chili peppers. I bet a lot, and the person on N's left also, he is winning. A whole pile of peppers, and a pile in the middle too. Second round. N is not waiting for me to bet, although I very much want, or maybe the third round already. He thinks he is going to win, but I have good tomatoes too.

I win anyway, because to my own surprise I have four tomatoes, which can only be a four of a kind. I win anyway. Maybe the earlier winner is close to me, but I win anyway. I keep betting, and following what the others do. Then I show my tomatoes.

6. Gold Necklace

I'm in my room, I am looking for something, all kinds of things lie about on the floor. Light, towels. Morning. By the door (to the bathroom), in a pile of towels, I see my golden necklace. On the floor. I go get it. I knew it was there.