Queuing for Brussels

1. Card Game

In the corner of the room on high stools about a table, maybe round one, me and my brothers and someone else. We are playing a game of cards. Wooden interior. Red and yellow colours.

Card's in my hand or so and so, on the table is what is played. Everyone can come out at the same time, and go higher, the others have to try and foresee. So there's a low card on the table and I want to throw a king and my brother on the left does the same, but because he was faster he won. But I have another king of clubs, and this time I wait, it is the last round, everyone has to play their card on the table and I finish with taking it all with the king. 

My brother had a red king, I had two king of clubs, or maybe there were two like that in the game, I can't remember. Something was fishy.

(First dream of the night).

2. Dwarves

Many of tonight's dreams were full of passages from the book I am reading. I was sleeping bad and my stomach hurt and in the middle of the night I also got up and did a bit of reading.

3. Roof

This was the main dream, but I don't remember much now. There is a building, house where we camp which is in the neighbourhood of a hill, nature reserve. We run around a lot and maybe we are running from something, me and someone else, we help each other. Lots of stuff happens. I remember we are on the roof at some point. Light. Big places. Spacious.

+ The end of the dream was like this that I was inside, living room, that reminds me of the at Chwe's place. A girl I was with all the time was in the sofa waiting, and I was surfing on the net. I was looking for something in particular. I sat in such a way that she could not see what I saw, although this was by coincidence.
I looked up images. They were all drawings, abstract, patterns, turquoise, green, yellow, grey, white. One after the other and page after page, all the same, and after a while I forgot what I was looking for. But then I had an insight, probably also because I also so naked women on the screen, but I particularly did not watch them. But now I thought, I could as well. And these were decent still, but rousing. They represented women doing exercises in the gym, but the positions they took were very sexy, and explicit, someone with long brown hair licked her own pussy in a position I thought would be impossible. I got rather sexually excited by watching those. Now I did not want the girl, who might have been Bale in the dream, to see me do that. I watch two pages. By the second page, I stopped, because I felt myself almost to the point of coming and I did not want to do that, so I returned. If I had continued, this would have certainly resulted in a wet dream.

4. Badminton Festivities

I arrive at the badminton court, there's a lot of people there, the hall is crowded, but not with badminton players. It seems that the hall is occupied. There are stalls of many kinds. The right half is homogenous, yellows and greens, don't know what they're doing. The left hall is a variety of things. Maybe there is still room for us to play.

Only a few people show up for badminton. But Mith is among them. So I hope I get a chance to say something to her. And I am looking for an opportunity. We walk around to see if we can play at all, but at least one court is set up and we decide to play there. Because there's only three or four of us I can play against Mith, which I think is nice. 

Then plans change and we get off the court. Can't remember what happened, but we also had to move our stuff. I follow. I think this is a good time to address Mith and ask her to sneak out. Al talks to her, he seems not to have any problems with that. Even worse, he takes of her shirt. I am okay with it but wonder why I can't do something like that.

When we go back the looks of Mith have changed and I have trouble recognizing her. And she wears a cap. She has dark brown long hair. And she's small. There's a queue, we will be led somewhere. Someone announces we are going to see a certain quarter of Brussels. I suppose this is part of the festivities going on in the hall. At that point she's out of my sight, also because I don't recognize her. But then I see her again, and I go stand next to her. The four or five badminton players are all lined up in front of the queue. She is there, I arrive to her right and I say hello to her while I slightly touch her bottom. None of it works. Her expression does not change, she does not look at me, and I fail to really touch her and my voice was to strong which might have scared her and by the way let other people know I'm after her.

Then we go to the corner, the door is open there, and we enter the city. I see on the floor a sign and it says Boortmeerbeek. That must be the part of Brussels we will be visiting.

(This was the last dream).