Washing Machine Instructions

1. Czech Talk

I'm in a place that looks like the veranda of my parents, only dark, and different, but there is a level difference with the kitchen. Brother N is there. Girls, around a table. Camping. Something like house sharing.

At some point we sit on a long table, and there is a gap in the conversation. I sit on the right and I say something to a new person on the left, far away, who would be coming from the living room. And I explain how the washing machine works. I stress this very much as if I think this is a very important thing to know. And I explain this as if I am the only one who knows, although there are other people listening and they know this too, or maybe better than me, which means I am carried away by what I'm saying.

Before that we sat in a circle.

I explain the washing machine to make a good impression. I say, first white, then the other white and then the colour. This order, and three washings. I don't remember the details. The others add their own opinions or add info to what I say. No one actually disagrees with me, they only roll their eyes.

At some point, in English, talking to two girls, on stools, like a bar, one or both are Czech. I can see it written in the dream. Seska.

The whole time I'm thinking of seducing the girl, but something holds me back. I am quite clear in my intentions, but I hold back to touch, so I don't.

Also part of the dream in a place that reminds me of the kitchen at home.

2. Chinese Supermarket

I'm in the Chinese supermarket in the Naamsestraat, maybe buying noodles.