Sabre Bottle

1. Odin

Something Odin?

2. Unwanted Company

Dark. Nima, who is an employee in our company that not many people in the company like. Sits at a table.

3. A Bottle and a Cork

Someone on a visit, and his assistant. They unpack their wares, the chief in particular does, puts them on the table. Light. Cellar. My home. School bag, or doctor's briefcase like. Also on the table. Starts to present his wines, self made. I'm very curious, because I make my own mead, too.

He has wine, beer and mead. Three different cups. He will let us taste all three. I get my mead to compete, because I feel a bit attacked by his presence. And I want to show that mine is good or better. His mead is very yellow, which is good, and I don't trust the taste, but when I try, I must admit that it is just the right sweetness. It is good mead. There is no one else but me here.

Tama is here.

This is a complex building with many levels, we are mostly active on the lower levels. Brva is also here. Many rooms are dark. Upstairs I lead. But Brva leads the newcomers. This is one of the upper rooms. They are dark and small and interconnected. All have a separate table with books of one theme presented on them. She is very proud when she comes to the table where my books, Ankertjes, are presented, I think that is very good. Especially because there are so many booklets on show.

Somewhere else in the building, downstairs and later in the dream, me and Tama try to uncork a bottle, possibly of wine, maybe champagne. She tries first. This is already the cellar or underneath somewhere. She gets halfway, but it doesn't work, then I take over, and get a little further, does not work. Somehow we try so hard that even the thing to pull the corks (kurketrekker) breaks. And then the cork itself breaks too, this is hopeless. We'll never get it open.

But then I get an idea, I can do the trick with the sable (sableren) to open it. Cut off the top of the bottle, this will work. So the next part of the dream is about us two looking for a sable to do this. We wander through the different basement rooms, even more downstairs. In the meanwhile the top of the bottle has changed, it is blue and made of plastic, very thick, but maybe that will make it easier.

When we get down, I see in a lighted very uncosy basement, two people sitting at a table playing cards. They guard. They do nothing else than be here and watch. I ask them. Behind the corner where the table is, I find the kitchenette, and I start to make food. I'm melting cheese in a pot, that will be good. Some of the guards is going to the next room, which is a lot more lively. A curtain separates both. This one is tiled, stones. Chilly look.

I'm still looking for my sabre, but the whole time I also have doubts about this. Will I be able to do it, pull this off, get the top and cork of in one blow? Will I? That is about where the dream ends.