The Alphabet

1. Big Letters

Big room, light, wood, I leave that room and come in a smaller one. Something about the letters of the alphabet. Our alphabet. I leave the letters behind, though not finished yet. Every letter is decorated or something has been done to done, except for a few. The alphabet is also not complete. The letters are big. I suppose they are on the floor, spread out, but not real, even in the dream only in my imagination. Me and someone else in the room. I work alone.

2. Gatsby

Maybe something about the Great Gatsby.

Pizza for Breakfast

1. Three Series

Beha. Watching series, three different ones at the same time. He's watching, I don't pay much attention.

2. Cube Puzzle

Waiting for food. Parents are there. Rice. Brothers are also there. Pizza in the oven. This is already the end of a dream. I'm alone with a parent I think, and sit outside. First a part where we are with the whole family inside, and the food is served in the bathroom of our parents. The house is a little different than in reality. I'm the only one without food. This is breakfast.
I'm waiting. Indeed, waiting for the pizza. I was the first to have everything prepared, but now everyone is already eating, and I don't have anything. Some stuff is already on the table, so I try that, but I know that without the pizza it is not much. One of the things is yoghurt, I'm not having that. Another is a small white bowl with syrup, just water and sugar and I try that, but it is not good for eating just like that.
It becomes later and later, and now it seems everyone is eating pizza. Now I'm really getting worried, so I put in the pizza, as if I had not done that in the first place. Maybe I thought that I waited for the others?
The cooking place is behind me, it is the place in the bathroom where the sinks are. On the right is the oven.
Then later I'm still waiting for food, but with someone else, but this is outside. Like the beergarden of a place, but it coincides with a street that goes up to that place. We have a wonderful view. I can really see far, this is a fantastic place, fantasy like, maybe a little sf. The other person, a woman, sits across of me. Steel chairs and table. Other people are out. After a while walkers come up the hill. Will there be room enough for them to pass our table? The road is narrow, footpath, mountain side.
Or maybe the lady sits on my right. It might be Anpi, or reminds me of her. She tells me that her master has not been on facebook for a whole week, and she finds that creepy, because something might be wrong, but I understand that master perfectly.
Before that at the table, two people pass. This is Mr V and his young son. The son appears to be a fan of mine. He has brought something with me and puts it on the floor, and tries to work it out, because it is some kind of puzzle, but made of wood, and of cubes, they fold over each other. The son or the father explains that our logo (that of the shop) must be on one of the sides of one of the cubes. That is what the son would like to show me. I think that is nice. The son is a fan of the shop.
They leave the thing there, have forgotten it, but that gives me the opportunity to have a go. I fold and fold, but our logo is not there.

3. Perfume

Krvh, and her heavy perfume. Can't remember the context.

Tibetan Hat

1. Dinosaur Skeleton Hat

Holland. Near the sea, dike. Brother D.
We arrive somewhere just in time, just before it is too late.
The place looks like a Tibetan monastery. Kaha, a Chinese martial artist, is there.
D is much at home here, I am not. He has got a certain kind of hat, pointy one, made of wood.
It was a difficult ride to get here. The house stands alone, in the city, but surrounded by wood, trees, and with levels, one room higher than the other.
Exotic. I want such a typical hat, too, I am a bit jealous. The people there give me one. The place feels odd, as if no one lives here and it is deserted. I don't feel very comfortable. The hat is rather big and heavy and does not fit. The hat is so big that it is bigger than a human being. Like a whole floorboard on my head. This does not work. I don't want that. Why does everything always have to go wrong?
When I take it off, it looks different than before and I become interested, because the top looks like the spine of a Stegalosaurus. The skeleton, yes. But everyone laughs at me. Not funny.
I go back with Bale. On my bicycle. There is a sunset.
When we are back I am alone. And I go down. I return alone, daylight, green, and the street is the top of a wall, so you have to balance a bit. Like the Chinese wall. At one moment the ride goes down, and I have to take care, especially because down there, which is still up a wall, there are children playing. So I have to be careful.

2. Golfing Toilet

Inside. Golfing. Dark rooms. Very simple layout of rooms. Run by two guys, they keep their distance. I have to go to the toilet. And I pee beside the toilet for some reason. The managers are dressed posh and they come by and now I see there is another toilet, so I go there too, but it does not work.
Someone else is here with me, possibly my brother N.

3. City Exodus

City. Walking. Someone in a costume. Wall on the left, we all go the same way, like an exodus. Something is going to happen and we have to go there. More people join, converge. All in the same direction. Again, everyone else knows more than me.
Cousin B is here, and cousin D and brother D. Some sexual moves, can't remember the context.

4. Ham Cheese Roll

In the bakery, I order a ham cheese roll. The lady at the counter says: again?

A Visit from Grandfather

1. It Still Works

Penetration. Dark, from behind, on the side. More than once. Trying if it still works.

2. Kissing Marathon

I am on holiday in Indonesia. There I meet a Western couple, and or maybe my grandfather. Certainly a Western woman.
This is a big house. There is some confusion on who will be there at what time. I just arrived by airplane. The house stands alone, but looks Western. Spacious rooms, much wood, light colours. Outside is full of trees and plants, not particularly exotic, just green.
In one of the backrooms I meet this woman and she speaks Japanese, and I try to understand her and show her what I can speak. I learn from here and it becomes clear that she can teach me Japanese.
The I am alone in the house. When the lady comes back, she has done the groceries.
I'm in a different room now, standing, while the rest of the family sits down, not my family, but the one that lives here. I'm not sure what I should do. The daughter of the family has just arrived, and sits on my left on the sofa. The parents on the right in a different seat. The daughter is my age, not bad looking.
I sit next to her. She begins to talk. She starts telling me all kinds of stuff. At some point she tells me something from her past that she remembers and wants to share because the situation reminds her of this moment. She says how she had kissed a boy once out of the blue. And even before she said this, I already felt an attraction building, especially she for me, but I feel that I want to allow this. I am only holding back because of her parents watching, and because it would be improper to suddenly come on her, while this is the very first time we meet.
I am a little embarrassed when she tells this story about the boy, because the analogy with me sitting there and she coming closer and closer is very clear, and her parents must have heard that, but she does not care. She is very okay with it.
In the meanwhile she got so close that she kisses me too, all of a sudden. A very light kiss. I was expecting it and I try to stay polite under the circumstances. I actually apologize towards the parents.
Yet I allow her to kiss me a second time. Again a light kiss. This time I even encourage her, because I like the feeling. Something about the name Glenda, maybe this was just a thought, maybe the mother, maybe the daughter, maybe the aunt who spoke Japanese.
It does not take long or we start to hold each other and kiss each other more passionately. And again and again and again. It feels so good and we stay in this energy so much that we keep doing this and we can't let go of one another.
Maybe change of scene? Grandfather? Garden. He tells me something about the ivy. And I see pictures of D and something about the Beatles and my dad.
The lady Glenda cooks.
The girl in the meanwhile notices that I ... (?) There is a certain moment which is perfect that I want to tell her that I like her, but I let the moment pass.
In fact, the liaison is not permitted, but I want more. 
Then the dream focuses again, and we are private, and she talks about her situation, which is a little complicated, because she is originally from Belgium, and she talks about this and says that she needs to get something from Gent or Leuven, maybe by car or by train. I am thinking about Anpi. Also Tienen. It is as if she is asking help, but she is not, and I know that I should not suggest doing this for her, because that is not actually what she wants, so I don't say anything. In any case, after this I will return to Belgium, and I can of course see to it and inform her and so on.
When the girl is away for a moment, we are in the bedroom, and I am on the bed, and grandfather is there and two maids. Or family. Grandpa wants to see my penis. There are two magazines about running, maybe I was reading them. A girl helps me to undo my pants? Or I do it myself. At least I am naked and my grandfather admires my penis. Of course after a while I get an erection, but it was big already, under the underwear, and then we take that off too. The magazines don't help, to get an erection, but there is no reason to.

3. Arrow Attack

Outside, green, like a meadow, enclosed, but a wall on one particular side, slightly sloping towards the wall. Me and someone else, maybe N. We have been chased and hope to hide here. We have been shot at, with bow and arrow. Some arrows come from the other side of the wall. I evade them, but I don't attack. I use taiji.
Someone gives away that I'm here.

4. Land Lady

Key. Going in, our house, Bale, next to us is another door, the land lady, a little fat lady with a blond permanent, arrives just at the same time. Brick wall. Narrow street, this is actually the side of the house, but this is where the doors are. Close together.
The land lady still needs something of us. We go in the house and try to avoid contact. Sofa. Holding Bale. This is in the living room, so on the right of the door. The lady lives on the left.

5. Shaving my Whiskers

Something with a dream catcher. It stretches downward and twirls.
Shaving, bathroom, watch myself in the mirror. I shave so wildly that I shave my whiskers before I know it. Now half is gone. So I don't care and shave the other half as well.
Later, there is a stage and I play in a band. I wear an orange t-shirt.

6. Ship of Light

Something with secret stones. The stones are the light. Very mystical. We are at our camp but make ready to go to the city and confront them with the light. We race with race cars. Something with stones and golden coins, big ones, and a money man, maybe ancient Spaniard. Late Medieval setting.
Undead.
Enemy is counting the golden coins. There is a game involved in this.
We go to the city with the flying ship. The sails are made of light. Not all of them, but many, most are white, but some have streaks of green, emerald, this is weird to experience. We enter the city from above in a ship of light.
The whole thing is framed like a competition. In that way it feels harmless. There is a young girl who dies, she lets go of the stone, this stone is meant for the girl in the competition and so on. I really can't remember the details.
This was the last dream.

Girl on the Couch

1. Downstairs Girl
(Wet Dream)

Sunny day. I go to my apartment, it looks a little different than usual, more space. Someone has been in the room, I suspect my downstairs neighbour. But the place is different, so possibly more people are living in this house now.
My brothers come to visit me. There is some discussion as to what to have for dinner, we might order some pizza.
There is something with the calendars. I have two hanging on the wall, one by the door, and one on another wall, which is the first thing I see when I get out of bed. Both show the 7th of April, while it is already the 8th. I wonder why the calenders are not turned right, because someone must have done that in my absence. I am just back from holiday, but someone has turned the calendars every day.
Later I hear my neighbour downstairs, and a few of his friends. My door has been open the whole time, there is a stair up and down. White.
I am outside, in town for a moment, but I incidentally run into Rago my downstairs neighbour, a friend of his and a lady friend are with him. I assume these are the people who are always with him. And I finally get to see the girl. I was curious about that. She looks a little gothic. She appears sometimes very normal, and sometimes more like a bad girl, and a little gothic, which pleases me alright. And I think, since she can't be the partner of either guy, I can surely go for her if I want.
Rafo begins to talk to me and I am polite so I make conversation. He says they're playing games, a type I have never heard before, he tries to explain and says I should come sometime and have a go at it. I try to figure out what kind of game it is, it is something with fixed characters.
He says he has just gone to Torfs the other day for looking for a new game. I tell him I've done some roleplaying, this and that, and if it resembles that, but he does not know about that. Then I ask him whether they are simple board games, but they are not. Something in between, maybe like the wherewolf game that Cise always tells about.
I had promised myself that I would be nice and socialize with them if the opportunity would present itself, so when they insist, I go with them into Rago's apartment downstairs. I don't feel very comfortable, but it is okay.
I'm interested in the girl. We are on the couch, I am on the right, she is in the middle, but close to me, and Rafo is on the left. The other guy is in another seat on my right in front.
I am so strongly attracted to that girl that I continually want to put my hands on her body, but I don't want to be offensive, so I don't. Then I see that Rafo is trying to make a move, and I understand that I should act now, so I put my hands on her legs and so forth, she comes closer to me and further away from Rafo. He puts her hands on her body too, but in the way I lay my hands and move, he can never put them anywhere, or not for long, and at a certain point I even explicitely wave away his hand. I can tell he is a little angry and becomes frustrated, but now the girl is mine. And I feel the sexual energy build up in the meanwhile. I can't well hold it back, so in the end, I come, while I still try to hold it back, but it only works partly. So this is a wet dream. In the end I had pulled her towards me, wrapped my arms around her.
The dream continues, we all go upstairs to my place, and inspect. The boys have things to say about my apartment, they know more about it than me, they know some of its history. There is also sperm on the floor, and on the roof, it is dripping from above. Is this from an upstairs neighbour?
Then they take me to a room outside of my apartment, but on my floor, which is mine, but where I've never dared to venture till now. They go here all the time, that is for sure. There is an empty room, and then a window or door to the outside, and there is a roof terrace. The sun is still out. We sit there, and I go to a corner behind the wall of a large brick building, where the sun shines, so I momentarily leave the girl with Rafo, and follow the other guy. In the corner I pick the best spot in the sun. This is some kind of secret place. You have a wide view.
The other guy wanted to sit where I sit, and is jealous, but I change place anyway, more people came in with us. And the pole where I wanted to sit first, is part of a white metal fence, but there is a door too of course, so there is even more to explore. This is really a nice place to be in the evenings. Now I know where I can go if I want to go for an evening walk.
When I go back to where Rafo is, there are other people gathered in the meanwhile, and I see a stream of people coming in, which means that if they always do this than they pass through my house every time without my knowing. Along the stairs and in the secret room.

When I look out the view becomes a little different, it is one big rooftop, as if a whole new landscape is up here, that exists parallel to the town (reminds me of the Barbican), but many people seem to know this, and gather, people come from other places too, I see how things are connected and wonder. Later I want to explore some, because I think the lane to my left leads to the sea.
Near where we are has formed a circle of people, they sit on the floor, or on chairs and are merry. Some woman has a certain object or a bottle, and I see that runes are on it, and I want to take a closer look. I think I recognize the inscription but I can't read it, and when she says the name of the inscriptions, it does not ring a bell. At first I think I might know it under a different name, but then I ask her again and think I should remember the name. Something with Wei King? It sounded like a combination of Dutch and German words. A friend of mine is here too, and other people I know, I had not expected that. Maybe even Bale, and my brother D.
Now we walk toward that lane and explore, we are a small group, close friends, like minded.
We come in quite a different place, it is still a long way to town, but the road is straight. When we look back from where we came (the street reminds me of the one that leads to Debu) we see a car turn around and driving backwards along the street and speeding, this is really weird. Other cars are driving on the street, in both directions, but the backward driving vehicle, green, evades them all, this looks really dangerous.
I think that was more or less the end of the dream, although a part may still come after in which I wetted myself again. I am sure, I ejaculated twice, but maybe the first time was when I saw the girl for the first time, and I was already sexually roused. Definitely, it was with the same girl twice.

2. Taiji Confusion

We are in a big training hall and we all stand there, I still have my jacket on. I am in the middle of the room, between so many people. It is Chsn who wants to lead class, but Pake is present as well. At some point Chsn says forty of us should start in the middle of the form, or of one particular section, and the other forty in the beginning. At first I understood fourteen, and even when I heard forty I was a little confused, because it seemed like a random number. How can she know how many people there are exactly in the room? She can't. And people were all confused. Then Pake came in between and we started practicing, he was somewhere in the middle too, and I followed him, his movements were really careless, and it seemed he was flailing his arms, but I saw they had the unstrech in them so I looked well so that my body could remember. Then he stopped and came to the middle where I was and climbed on top of a big square thing that was actually in the way, but he wanted to lay down on top of it. In the meanwhile I was in the process of undoing my jacket, and I wanted to swing it up on this thing too, which I did, and I wondered whether I now had taken his view.
Then we all turned the other way again and were guided by Chsn, but when we had to practice alone, I got stuck in some place and did not remember what came after. I tried again. Other people failed as well. And I then quickly reviewed the part I knew so that maybe it would come back spontaneously, but just at that moment Pake came standing behind me, very close, and corrected me, and I said to him I was not sure of the movement itself, implying I wasn't trying hard, then he said, ah, then this is solved by itself now, and made no further comment. He was very close, and his faces was old, unshaven, and pokdalig. That is about where the dream ends.

(47 minutes of writing)

Jumping through a Glass Door

1. Human Sushi

The dream starts as so many dreams start, but I realize I've never recorded this type. This is my room in Leuven in the neighbourhood of my old school, Parijsstraat, and somewhere between levels. The room is entered from above. Light, bright.

I come back from somewhere and am looking for a place to hide. That is why I go in a room where I am not allowed. The configuration of rooms is again very different. There is a restaurant, a little lower, but still in between. There is also a cinema, that happens more often in these type of dreams. I go in the restaurant, it is quiet, although a lot of people are at the tables, dark atmosphere, clean.

Something with a ghost? Something about the planet Jupiter.

In the restaurant I see a woman I know, more than one actually, but this particular one I go to and hold her, we lie on the floor and have something like sex. She is fairly big.

Maybe I continue. Anyway, the scene changes and I am in a netherroom, this one is below street level. And I feel trapped. In effect I am imprisoned by circumstances. There are other people in the room, they are all quiet. There is light. Another room is just at the other side, but the door is closed, and opposite of that there is another room outside and up, so we can't go there. By the ceiling there is some ventilation slit across the width of the room, but it is too small. I know these buildings.

There is a broad pillar in the middle of the room, this is a cellar, probably. Fras is here. Some people from HR Holland are also here, I see Mi. He sits on an inside window sill or on top of the radiator, or a high but closed window crevice.

Something is going on, and I am the one that it happens to. I get in a light trance. One or two people have induced this in me and try to keep it going. I try to keep it going, I feel what is happening. I start saying things and I automatically go around the room, seeking every person and saying things. I stand before one of the persons that helped me or guided me first, and already at this time the trance almost breaks, because I get conscious of it and emotions about it start to kick in, and maybe because of other people talking, talking about it. Or maybe because something was funny and I had to laugh. I turn to the other person and keep it going. Then I walk alone, counterclockwise, and do this with everyone, at least as much people as possible. This means I am only half in trance. I also don't know if this is a good thing or not.

Near Mi sits Wabo and he wants me to ask a specific question. I think that is okay. I feel him waiting for me a long time, because there are many people in between. So I try to get it going at least up to him, and I make it. He asks his question but I can't remember what it was, I also give an answer. In the trance I have all the answers.

What Wabo asked was that he wanted to see the Nazi archetype boy. When I got to him, that ended up being me.

Maybe that is the point that two people enter the room, they are running from something and end up here which is not a good choice, because this is the last room, which means you are trapped. Anyway this was the last place they could go to, there was no other place. We are surrounded, the enemy is everywhere. In the meantime we know that the planet is invaded by an alien race and has taken possession of the planet. We here are only a handful of survivors. I look outside through the slit, but that is no way of escape. The two extra people bring bad news. It means the enemy will come here soon enough. That means we only have two options. The second option is to be willing to serve for their sacrifices. Of course they will still kill you, but at least you will have an extra 24 hours, because it takes that long to prepare the sacrifice. But that is only the second option. The first option is much better. I suppose that is escaping. This is much harder of course.

By this time the room is filled with sushi rice, heaps and heaps of it, so that it becomes difficult walking, you wade through it, it is everywhere. Really a lot. And there are also big round plates or reed things to do the rice in, and some are half filled. I wonder whether the enemy expects us to finish the work and prepare the sushi. That would be too kind. We better make a move. These reed sushi things are so big that we fit in it as a human person, I wonder if that is what they're for, human sushi.

Now is the only time to escape, if we wait any longer we will be found. They are coming.

So I prepare, and Fras with me, too. I've got a sword. At first it is a Chinese style sword, but when I try a swing, it becomes difficult to handle, because the hilt is very short, like that of a Congolese sword, only that it is of wood and carved in the way of Indonesian blades, a kris. I understand how I have to hold, so I hold the very small knob of hilt in my fist, like a Congolese sword. I try to swing a few times, but something else is wrong. The blade has three parts, and they all point in three different directions. It almost looks like a plant, the thing is brown, too. It has two long blades, of which at least one is bent, and then it has a fine fencing style blade, too. This is a really weird sword and I wonder if I'd be able to handle it.

In the end I got the secret behind the sword. Because of the strange grip, when you swing you can loosen the grip, and then tighten it again. In this way the sword speeds up unexpectedly, and you can swing with a lot more force behind it. This cannot be done with a Western style hilt.

I decide to run.

I'm outside, and I am not seen. The city is deserted, desolated. Light. Here and there you can see one of the alien people, there are two kinds, they are both humanoid. The real bad ones have just come from outer space and are military. The other kind was on earth already for a long time, and they all have a black skin colour, short shaven hair, blue eyes. And something else about them shines blue too. They wear some gear on their heads, I don't know what that is. Some futuristic technology.

I don't want to be seen be either race, but I don't fear the black ones that much. When the alien forces get wind of my escape I feel them coming behind me and I run. I run anyway, I don't want to look back either. From where I got out of the basement, I now traverse a square and run right towards a building with a lot of glass, the windows, but also the doors. At this point I make funny decisions, which means I am lucid and able to manipulate the dream withing certain limits. I decide to use the glass door as a portal and escape in that way. This thought comes instinctively. I realize that it should change the scene.

I jump through the closed glass door. This takes a lot of effort, but I keep focusing. I am inside. I continue and come out at the back of the building, to the right is a pond beside a bridge, below me. I see one of the blacks. I jump another time through a window, which is closed, I go through the glass.

Someone in a car.

When I've come this car I get an insight, namely that I have to get as far away out of town as possible. The aliens own the whole town. They are spread around the whole town. Some earthlings are still roaming about confused. But I understand that the resistance force of human beings will be gathering outside of town on the country side. Innocent people are still about.

Something with sperm. More rice, again.

The idea is that the resistance will form small teams and infiltrate the occupied city again and try to get out one or two people every time. The resistance will be a safe place to be, I know. They organize rescue teams for individuals. I know all those things, I don't dream them. That is about where the dream ends.

First dream of the night.

2. Seaward Preparation

I'm alone out at sea, but you can see the beach and the land everywhere. This is on my left. On my right is the open see. I go forward. Behind me is the base camp of my family, I mean my parents and brothers. This time they all agree on things. Only me, I am taking different action. Lucid part.

There are other boats. Light, sunshine.

Family is preparing something. I should too. I return to do something, this has to do with our mother. D & N back up the plans, I don't. That is why I am postponing this thing as long as possible.

White sheets, bed linen. Spacious rooms.

Cooking for mother?

I come home. Kitchen. Everyone is there. I sit down with all of them. This is in the kitchen in the house of my parents. Everyone is seated. Mother has cooked. Everyone is happy with what she made. Obviously, everyone is on better terms with her than me, also I don't live in the house anymore, while all the others do and can therefore follow all that she is doing. I don't know what she wants.

She has made chicken meatballs, especially for me. I tell her I can only eat this with... And at this point I can't find the word. So I try to argue but can never finish my sentence. The word I was looking for is vol-au-vent, or vide, or koninginnehapje. But none of those words came to mind. This was really a problem; The result was that I could not explain that I did not want the meatballs, and more so, could not decline in a polite way. She had already served them. The look a bit yellow, spices.

When I look at the table, mother is still standing up, at the furnace, I see a salad on a platter, and I see there is only a very little leftover of the day before of vol-au-vent, and think that that will not be enough, but it will have to do. So I don't argue. All is on lettuce. Some other food was served and is put on the left, I sit on the right, which is unusual, because it is my father's place. And the leftover means that all the others already had the good parts yesterday. Because I don't find the word for this, eventually I just point to the leftover to indicate that that is what I mean.

I've already sliced one of the meatballs in two, and I eat them anyway.

Later I am alone, and I sit in the veranda, by the wall, and look to the wall, there is a poster there. I masturbate looking at it, but it is something esoteric or mathematical. I think something is explained on it with pictures of how the different layers of reality overlap and how we can visualize the different depths of mind. The deepest are likened to skyscrapers. On the left a man is shown in profile, he looks to the right, and his body is sectioned in four, each symbolizing one level. The feet are earth, and so forth. I am thinking that this is not a bad representation at all. I feel comforted. The four different parts of the body are compared to types of buildings, some of which religious, such as churches and mosques. A Buddha might have been depicted too. Maybe this is another picture than the one I masturbated in front of, but still the other picture was something abstract too.

Shop.

We arrive. After the talk people stay, a lot of folk is about. We just arrive.

All of them have questions. Everyone of the colleagues is engaged, and because I am at the till I feel the pressure the most. So people start gathering around me.

Keva, Brva and Digr are working, they are all occupied, having people on the phone, continually, just like me. This is a difficult situation. At some point I try and look for Keva, he is behind a rack of clothes, kneeling, not tending to phone or customer, but I know that he is still busy with something and I don't disturb him. I'll solve all this myself. I also let know Digr, who is aware of the situation. He is in another room.

The shop looks at one time like the real shop and the other time like a shop, but in the shape of the veranda of my parents, in that there are two doors, on the left and on the right, opposite the till. Other rooms are there. Brva is in the left room, corresponds to the kitchen. Digr is in the right room.

No one can come to help.

While I am looking for Keva, who is on my floor, I have someone at the phone, she is explaining something to me and then says that her son can explain it better and that she will put him through and I say okay, so I take the opportunity to look for Keva. Then, because I have to wait so long, and I don't have the time, I say hello again, and someone answers. It is still the lady, and she says she will now put through her son.

Busy.

Last dream.

Red Clothes

1. New House

Patio, quite large. Maybe taiji. Very warm. Hot weather. Me and parents, List, other people, but not too much, lots of space, open feel, although surrounded by houses. One of those is mine. I think there is only one entrance to the square. (Enochian quarters?)

After 4pm it is finished, whatever happened on the square, maybe work, which would explain the presence of List. Maybe a competition, cycling race?

When it is finished I want to change clothes. There is not many people here and I am at home in this place, so I consider undressing and redressing right there on the square, or maybe in the cafe opposite. For some reason I am rather aware of this thought and keep postponing it as if a better idea is expected. 

I got an outfit from somewhere. It is completely red, a red pair of trousers and a red shirt. I will don this. I am already wearing a green t-shirt (Colours Enochian?). Therefore, I decide, I will keep the green shirt but don the red trousers. I sight the cafe numerous times. Every time I suspect people from the neighbourhood will be there, I can imagine what the place looks like, really archetypal.

After some good thinking I realize I can change clothes in my own house, because that is just behind me. The reason why I would not at first is because I would in that case be out of sight of the public and loose contact with the public. Then I would no longer be a part of it. I stand there with my clothes on my arm.

Then I enter the house, the ground floor is nothing, we live upstairs. I suppose I have a partner. All the way at the back there are stairs, I go up, and find the hallway which is central and leads to all the rooms. I am only familiar with a few rooms. All is very new.

On my left is the bedroom. It is dark inside. I go in. The house is empty, I am alone. The whole upper floor, I can see, is darkened, the curtains are drawn, velux I mean, to keep the heat out. I change clothes in the bedroom. There is a big bed, not much else.

Afterwards I also go to the bathroom and realize that that will be the first time. I don't know all the rooms in here. I am only familiar with only a few and have been used those alone. Now I venture to the end of the hallway and go to the bathroom there. I enter the room, white of course. On my immediate right is a sink with tap, three taps I think. Some kind of installation. Behind that on the right is space. On the left not much space. When I enter I am pleasantly surprised by the size of it, good. But at the entrance I also see that the tap is leaking, which was to be expected. So I focus on that for a minute and try to fix it. They're all closed, the three taps, but I can close them even more. They are red coloured, at least one that is. Some rubber to fastened to prevent leaking, so someone has already taking care. That is about the end of this dream.

2. Victorious

Something about the football competition, and we were winning, but it gets so out of hand that we gain almost all territory, which would mean that we would gain monopoly. And that would not be good.

I can see the map of the distribution. A very large area is coloured white, there is writing too. The area is surrounded by smaller plots or countries, coloured differently, on the left are mountains. The white area corresponds to the two countries of Czech republic and Slovakia. They are connected, though the connection is narrow. All of the lands are situated in the east of Europe.

I am in the west, and this is in the hall where the games were played. It is dark. I am at the side and discuss things with a girl. I like her. Can't remember well what happened, but we decided to go eat some chips.

3. Voodoo Captain

Something with voodoo. There is a black sea captain I think and something wrong with his leg, but it can be cured with magic.

4. Shop

Shop scene. Digr is there, and Tama. At some point near the till, I embrace Tama. Later I do something and Digr does not understand, but Tama defends me. Maybe T&B are here too.

5. Good Recipe

Dream starts being at Bale's place. It is at night, and the place looks like her parents' house, in the kitchen then. But it also reminds me of where she lives now. Long room. She offers me a place to stay and sleep. I come from somewhere.

I tell her that I recently made an interesting meal which she should try. She asks whether it was vegetarian, and I expected the question, but I can't answer straightforward, because it changes in my head, yes, no, something in between. I tell her this can easily be made into a vegetarian version, or with substitute for meat. I can see the meal I made before my mind's eye, but have forgotten now.

Then Re comes in, as if he has just taken a bath, towel on head. Comes from the left door, which is only there in the house of the parents.

6. Worn Shirt

Fragment. I pull out my sweater and want to take of my shirt too. A girl is there and looks suddenly frightened. I ask her if that is because I have holes in my t-shirt, because this one is worn. And she says yes. But the whole thing reminded me of having cut my fingers, and showing them made the girl back away. That was the reaction.

Shake Hands with a Ghost

1. A Ghost and a Draugr

Antwerp. Driving to work. What is the shortest way (From notes, not sure). Pibo was in the dream, he asked advice about something. He is a tall guy. Brva is there, she says he should rather take the train, but she can't explain it to him for some reason. On the other hand, Pibo is smart enough to understand what she tries to say and explains it back to her. I feel good, because because someone was able to point Brva her place.

There is an upper level and a lower level. We gather in front of a theater.

I have worked here. This means that all things are still a mess here and I have to clean up. Mess on the floor.

Something about potatoes with cheese, and other things. I am not allowed to eat or touch them, but they are there. After a while no one wants them anymore, so now I know it is safe for me to have some. And I eat some secretly. Slices of smoked cheese. It looked really good and it tastes good.

My boss here is a girl or woman. I really hope she does not see me eating this, a crumb of bread.

One last time I serve myself.

Later in the dream I go to my brother N. This inside a two leveled building, but I have to go up. There is a small stair on the side. I know that upstairs is nothing, yet I want to go their all the time. On my way up the narrow stairs a ghost greets me. He comes up behind me and I see him. He is transparent, but I can see his shape very well. He has the shape of a human being. Young man, short hair, strong, tattooed. I hesitate a moment, because this is the point where I get goose bumps, as if this is a real spirit, but I confront him, telling myself there is no reason to be afraid. And I shake his hand, he takes it very naturally, and as I do that, he materializes, he becomes more and more concrete, and comes up after me. Then follows a second being shaped like a man, solid, and guided by maybe my brother N, he forces him down and the being is imprisoned. I can't call this being a man or a human, because he obviously is not. He screeches or sises between his teeth. He really gives me the creeps and I want to stay away from him, so I back a little up the stairs, and he wears red, but is kept in check. I am happy my brother keeps him under control all the time.

We keep going until we come to the upper floor. The last part before we can enter this floor is rather difficult, because the stairs stop in the wrong way and there is a wooden plate that serves as a certain bridge, but it has been cut so that it does not reach enough anymore. Moreover, it is not stable, and we can't use it to get up on the floor. I decide after a moment that I can't do anything but go forward, so I do, and it works fine.

There is some presentation for children going on. In the middle of the room I meet Ande and Pebr and their children. I am happy to meet them, but don't understand why they are here.

In the next room, there is a room full of processors and computers. The whole room full. Blue light. Before, there was some discussion about processors.

There is a woman reading for people (children?) and we go there. She hands out notes of 50 euro. And then she begins her story by saying: When has your father had an inflammation? This is a pun to something else. She hints at it. I can't remember the details.

Dive is there too, tall man too, he is late.

2. The Pope and a Nun

One of the later dreams. I see a cat. She has her mouth open and someone tells me she is in trouble and will possibly get sick, because she has a whole load of sperm in her mouth. She has her mouth open all the time. I think that is she would close it then she would not be able to open it anymore because it sticks. And I think now it suffocates.

There is something about the pope has to eat salt porridge. Of course everyone must eat porridge. there is a nun too. She sits next to the pope and she eats well. She does not give a damn what people think and just eats all her portion. The pope does not.

A boy that we know jumps on a sofa, there is a dog? In the meanwhile, N and me sit somewhere else.

TV. The image is bad, no good connection. So I get up and check. N says this can be better, he means, on the apartment where I live. So maybe the intention was that I suggested this myself.

Something about time traveling?

3. Poetry Exhibition

Middle of a dream, or end. Writing poems. This as a decoration in an art gallery. Dark. One after the other. My thoughts are with these poems all the time, but I don't think I wrote anything down.

One poem is already there and exhibited, but it is not one of mine.

I see an object and try to describe it poetically, but the words never come. The thoughts are there though.

Black. Pen. Something. Something stands on the floor.

Food. Pasta with tomatosauce.

I am reading books. Five new books, but they all are about the same topic.

Something about a Tiger Mania. Father and son business.

Words I read are: Golden Copper. This is someone's name. Appears separate at least twice, and together at least once. So that's one family.

Something about an Indonesian girl. Or Tama?

I start to read? And start preparing food. This time courgette, in the pan.

The books I looked in must have contained runes, or the poems must have, because I remember one particular combination which is Yr, Eihwaz, Uruz. There is no connection. I had seen runes earlier in the dream, but I had a hard time staying aware of dreaming in the first place.

I also dreamed about a tupperware full of sprotjes, smoked, this is a small kind of fish.

4. Lick Pussy

French West Coast. Biking. Cycling. Something with this Cera promotion again.

Badminton. (Can't read notes).

I dreamed of Kaco. On the sofa. She was dressed, but I decided to put my hands between her legs and lift her skirt and get her undressed, she was not wearing underwear, that is for sure. And I started to lick her pussy.

5. Life Coordination

Last fragment before getting up. I sit and see a wall in front of me. There is a street between me and the wall and yet it seems as if I am in the theater, and I am below street level, but my head is above it. And things are written on the wall. The wall is not endless, but stops left and right, and has much white. Black and white, because of writing. Big letters. Everyone can read it. Not many people, but they all pass without looking, maybe a small boy or girl comes sit with me and watches.

Although it is reading, the text sometimes changes. Maybe Bale.

Names. It says: levenscoördinatie. Life coordination. These letters were down below, but they were the main theme.

Meanwhile the radio is on and there is information given about geography, so that I think that this whole thing is about something global. I link the listening with the reading.

Ice Cubes on the Floor

1. Miso

Miso soup. Storm, thunder (And then lightning started to strike, in reality).

2. Ice on the Floor

Outside. Walking. Competition in running. Rain and snow.

No hands free. I am the last one. A friend is a long way ahead. Maybe an umbrella.

There is ice. I think I am throwing with ice. There is an in-built American type of fridge in the middle of the wall, so I assume this is the kitchen. Dark. Unfamiliar place. Same scene, I make a baby cry (I don't remember how).

Behind us something, an engine, a motor running? A truck?

3. Students in the Rain

Waking up at half past one in the night.

Two students who are outside in the rain. I let them in so they can sleep. Possibly all kinds of thoughts of how to arrange this. I suppose these were lady students.

Something else I can't read.

Pink Pole

1. Second Orders

Badminton.

An eye?

Go for a drink after things are finished. We all have drinks. This is a group of maybe eight persons. Much laughter and joy. Merriment. Sit around a table (Reminds me of the walk with Kaco and her friends). A waitress comes by and I am thinking: hopefully she does not take second orders, because I don't want to. But of course some people at the table want a second drink. And everyone orders another drink.

I mentally prepare to order something too. I have something in mind, just in case I can't come up with anything better. I frantically look at the menu and see something I like, maybe food and not drink. But by the time the waitress wants to take my order, I forgot what it was and I just stick to the one drink, juice or ice tea. When I looked at the menu, at first I saw all the ordinary stuff, then I looked at the back of the menu, and the last pages contained beers as well, they were listed with the labels. I order orange juice. But at the end it is still there, so I have not drunk from it.

Something about a street that is broken up, can't pass through it.

Miso soup, in a big pot. Close up, dark.

Joja.

2. Lawn

T&B and their father. Something about the way they live. (Can't read notes). Toha is there and a girl too. Kissing? Me something.

This is on the lawn, and at the low part of it, because it slopes. And it is dark.

3. Pink Pole

Close up. Pink fluffy pole leans against a white wall (The wall reminds me of the one you have at swimming pools). The pink pole, or staff, must be covered with another fluffy thing, but it is not there. It will be done when it gets here. Light, bright. Short fragment, stands alone.

Inro informs Keva that she advises herself to sit pole again next week, somewhere in France. But she expects me to do the same for her, only at a different moment, because the moment is already booked, and the place is not too far, Belgium.

The meaning behind this is that I have to sit on the pole. It is a bit girly, but Inro has done it, and told me how to do it, so now I will do it.

4. Holding Hands

Last dream.

Inro and I walk at the backside of some place. The place reminds me of Kijkduin, in that case we would just come out of the shopping centre, up the stairs among the restaurants. In the dream, we are near the sea, and Inro wants to take me to the beach. We don't say a word, but we understand each other completely.

There are lots of restaurants, and lots of people, but because we are at the backside of things, no one sees us or notices us. We walk together and try to find a way. The restaurants are arranged in such a way that it is a maze. We know which way the sea is. We go this way and that, but always have to retrace.

At some point we touch. At some point we hold hands. At some point we also swing arms around each other. Long dream, very tender and romantic. Progressively closer, but friendly.

Inro leads, I don't mind, I don't mind what she does as long as I am at her side. The intention behind the togetherness is that we have to organize the annual event together. Nowhere there is place to sit. All the restaurants and beer gardens are full, by the way. Lots of people.

At the end of the dream we still hold hands, this for a long time, and our fingers are twined.

City Day

1. Fragment

Light. Quality coloured. Can't remember if inside or outside. Narrow place, I am on top of a wall maybe. Other people. Running to and fro. Much movement. Place that does not exist in real life, but reminded me of Leuven, school. 

It was outside (This from notes).

Maybe I had long hair at some point.

Early Rising

1. New Job

Secrecy about an initiatic book, hardcover. There are only three copies, I have one, or I inherit one.
Strange building, rooms and floors are open, uncovered, no roof. Upper floor on the left, on the left  of that are walls that look like those of a castle or old building. There is a way up and a pedestrian area on top, this is the outside, but you can't tell the difference. On the right there are two more levels, both beneath the one where I am now.
I've been left on my own, although it is my first day of work on this level, and I sit at a computer, and barely do anything, because I feel I am tresspassing someone's privacy. Then someone tells me I should read all those emails and get acquainted with the first floor in that way. I lay myself down in front of the pc and look at it. Earlier I was in a different section in the same room, namely to the left. Now I have this new job and I have to reorient myself again. The person who told me was a female colleague. But the female colleague whose pc I am working at now is not here today. This first floor corresponds to the first floor of the shop, and it is lonely, much more people work in the nethermost part.
When we go to bed at night, all the colleagues come home in this place and I am appointed a new place to sleep as well, next to my new direct colleagues, about five people I think. We all sleep on simple matrassas on the floor. We are in the far corner, but the whole room is littered with sleeping people. I did not realize that many people worked here. On top, about half are working in the same section as I do. That becomes clear when I wake before the alarm, but everyone else gets up too, half of the people of course. There are maybe two persons that now continually guide me, and I get out of bed although it is an hour earlier than I used to, and I hope I will get used to it. My parents, at least my mom, are sleeping here too.
It is still dark, we go up and have breakfast there.

2. BBQ Shop
(Hypnasomnic dream)

We are going home through the night, we are in Leuven, the streets are deserted because it is late. I am with my dad and my brothers. At some point we pass a shop where they sell coal for a bbq, and I point this out, and we go in because the door is open, and there is a room full of meet, I stay in the entrance, but one of my brothers and my father go in and take a look and I encourage them to buy something of a nightly snack. There are other customers in the shop, but no employees. Also, this is a square room, very high ceiling, and all the meat is piled up.

Three Lands

1. Vegetarian War Lands

Outside. We all gather for making a trip. In a city, father is there. Need a place to meet. Some are behind, or I am late, can't remember. I'm not alone. There is some discussion where to go in order to meet the rest.

Later. Same dream. Inside. Room adjacent to a house like a veranda. Many people have gathered here. Some sit on the floor. There are tables. Lots to do. my father is there. He is made to dance the tango. Maybe with his wife, maybe with another woman, I can't well remember. Clearly it has been a long time ago for him and he is a bit embarrassed and reluctant, but can't avoid it. So he slows through the crowd, some room is made. Not all pay attention. I see them go. Father is rather apathetic about it and this gets even worse once he trades his dancing partner for someone else who thinks that he can make my father remember. So a man comes on stage, maybe gay, not sure, and dances with my father. My father takes no initiative at all. At some point my father says he has his period. People laugh, but he means it. It is not really an excuse, but he gets away with it anyway. Laughter.

Later, same dream. Planning with my father. We are planning for a war. I have to play a certain role in it but of course everyone else is better informed than I am and I just let them discuss things without me. I don't understand what they say, though I can see the places on the maps. At some point, I am sharp enough to post intelligent questions and say proactive stuff. This is when the maps are shown and my share is pointed at.

At that time I am eating something and two pieces on my plate are missing. There should be three. And these three pieces represent the three lands I should conquer or something. I only have the middle on my plate. There should be another on the left and another on the right. So what I have is the central part. I can't remember which country that is, but the other countries were France for certain, and maybe the UK.

The scenes change quite often but go on about this war they are planning.

The thing I'm eating is dark bread, it is broken off left and right, so you can see things are missing, I also just know this.

My lands are vegetarian lands.

My mother is here, and N.

At some point I swop my sword, together with my dad I am memorizing a story but in the dream I am at the same time forgetting it. This is the story of how I lost my sword. I had three. One of them I still see and have, which looks like a nail scissors, and has a black blade, and dark handle.

There is something with the text: stop the fucking bitches. Literally. I think a lady says this. No, the text is written. 

Together with my dad in a caravan, I am not allowed to stay here.

It is Friday. Something about a bank, Dexia or KBC. A daughter. Need to open a new account. One that is specifically meant for something something. 

Atmosphere feels like vampires and werewolves. Something is compared to going to the dentist.

2. Two Year Summum of Taiji

Taiji. We are all following Pake, who takes the lead and does not care whether his students follow or not because that is their own responsibility. It is all the older students, but they like to be important to him. Light, and outside, we go up stairs, the stone passage stairs is through a corner, white yellow grey stone walls. (Bleach?). I lag behind, maybe a few of my fellow students are here, such as Anle.

The older students go on about the "ultimate two years", something that implies the summum of taiji training and marks the status of master in the school. So one of the ladies, maybe Resc, asks me whether I have already started this, but I was not even aware of the concept.

Flame Throwers and Dinosaurs

1. Fighting Dinosaurs

At some point in a dream I am in a house, ground level, the place is divided in three parts, we came in in the upper part. Every section is a little lower. The highest part is the safest place. We have to go to the middle part to do what we need to do. But the lowest part, the farthest away, is inhabited by primordial beings, scaled, green, dinosaur like beings, monstrous and big that look evil and threatening. They remind me of Cthulhu beings. 

Some of these beasts are smaller and some are bigger. At first I see only one, then three, then more.

My brothers N and D are here, as is Stco. The whole thing looks like a pc game.

Of course, the only way to defeat these creatures is to use the flamethrower. I have such a pistol with and go to the side, from where I aim to the beasts. A line of some fluid comes out but never fire. I assume this is the oil, but it reminds me of sperm, as if we are shooting sperm to these beings. But it is the only thing we can do, so I keep to it. Someone else does the same, and the same happens. The beasts should disappear if you hit them long enough. After a while my weapon is empty.

Plated kind of dinosaur.

2. Soy Beans

I am eating soy beans, alone, table, light, room, reminds me of kitchen, unfamiliar surroundings, inside, open.

Later my brothers and parents.

Something about healing. Hat. Leuven?

N has read a book. Is it any good? Niab has read it too, so that is a recommendation.

3. Time Traveling

Something about time traveling. At some point I am in a city at night and choose to walk through a narrow street that goes upward, rather steep. And really narrow. But this leads to where I live. It is cold, dark, slippery, but I know the way.

Something about a birthday?

Galahad Card

1. No Control Car

Cat. Kaco martial book selling, like in the military (this from notes).

In the middle of the night, in the garden. My brother D's wife's family there. Especially M.

There is a passage where I arrive by car. There is not much space and I drive slowly. The driver has stepped out of the car, it is night. There is a house behind and a kerb opposite, and the street ends here. Someone else is outside, who lives here. End of the world kind of place. Left of the house and street end there is nothing. High place.

I still sit in the car, and possibly my brother N too. I am in a back seat, right. But the car moves. Forward first, and then back. This is dangerous and I don't know how to handle it. Shall I reach over and turn the wheel? Or try the brakes? I don't seem to be in the right position. The car never hits something, but it is always close.

Saving cats. Twice? Getting away in the night, but in a friendly way, not bad guys. A boy has seen I don't know what, dogs. Something about Thea Beckman, the writer.

2. Broad Lift

There is a lift that continually goes up and down. It is a very broad lift, a car would fit in it. On the side of a building. I never enter but watch it. I am not alone, the others see it too. Something about asking questions. This is an unfamiliar building, stands alone, and off of the other buildings, not really in a city. And on top of a small height.

3. Woli's Party and Mefa

Windgat Bicycle type of dream, towards Leuven.

I am underway to Leuven, it is in the evening, getting dark already. I am almost to the height of the ringroad, after that the road will go down. I am on my way to Woli. Possibly I met other cyclists on the way.

Woli is throwing a party, I try to make it, I cycle alone, but when I take the Donkerstraat, which descends, I see people sitting or standing at the side of the street, and I also see houses on the side, one in particular has the lights on and I look in the house to see if I see anyone I know. I see the living room and two guys are there, but no one I know.

Among the people standing outside I recognize Mefa, so I stop, this after long consideration, because most people here I don't know and it is not Woli's party here, but one of a girl. Two girls I don't know are the main characters. Not knowing them is reason enough for me not to stop here. I want to be on time too, at Woli's. One of the girls stands on the steps toward the house next to the one with light, and she looks over the people. She has long red curly hair and she is the birthday girl.

I greet everyone. But I also say I have to go. Then I see Woli standing back from the crowd and a bit down. So he is here anyway. I am confused and try to reconsider my decisions.

There is a scene where I sit, light, inside. Mefa sits on my left, in a one person chair, comfortable. And he gets a present from someone, I see what it is. It is something to do with Sir Galahad, and I spontaneously start to explain, because I know the hidden meaning. I say the word is a code for "gallant" (galant), like in gallantry. And I tell him he had this before, now it is a Tarot card. And everyone including Mefa is amazed that I know such things.

4. Book on Drumming

Last dream.
Shop, lower level, ground floor is sectioned in different levels connected to each other. I am in a corner, but it is light, no windows. Another colleague is here too. And then Sopa comes in and I ask her what book she is looking for and she says she needs a book on drumming and I ask her why because she can do that already, but she is looking for something advanced. I don't think we have that, but she knows her way around much better and I am surprised we have books on this at all. She swings her arms and makes lots of movements, like dancing or drumming. Lids is also here.
After this I also go to another section, which is a little higher, can't remember the rest. There are many rooms, no particular order, like a puzzle or maze.

Late Night Market Lady

1. Boat with Runes

Unfamiliar house. Maybe a dog. Syringes.

Making contact through paper and text. The papers are in front of the individual. The text is in the mind. This is an indirect way of communication. And takes a longer time. This was among other places at the kitchen table, parents.

There is also a ship (?) with runes on the side. It was a ship, because it reminded me of the Roskilde ship. On the bow in front was a plaque with runes. This ship is outside, and maybe in the water, and we are on the quay looking at it. Don't know who is there with me. Some of the runes are obliterated, but I recognize the inscription, I've seen and studied it before, though maybe not on the boat itself. The structure of the text is in the framework of the aettir. Three rows.

In the same dream. I have kissed Brva. A few times and always on the cheeks. At first I did not had the courage and circled around her, but the longer we were together, the more I dared. People are watching us, this is outside, or in a dancing hall. We move to the side, rather dynamically. Afterwards we sit on the couch.

Same dream. At the shop, I am too late to order a certain children's book.

List explains something. She uses the blackboard. Tricked (Can't remember why).

University. Excursion, rectangular upper floor.

Difference between slow and something else.

A certain girl was in the dream. She worked in a certain sandwich bar I often go. She is young and beautiful and assertive. She's got an iPhone. Something about replacing data?

Something about learning a language, according to the dream, this takes by definition two years.

This is in the kitchen of our parents.

2. Cutting Egg

I arrive in my apartment in London and remove my stilettos and wonder where I got these from. At this point the apartment reminds me of the one of Loli and Alth years ago. Small corner when you enter. Shoes are there. Other pairs of shoes. I put the ochre coloured stilettos there. Maybe the shoes are Bale's, because she lives here too, although we split up long ago and we don't see each other anymore. Knowing that she lives somewhere in the same town makes me feel comfortable. And I am thinking that I can just as well live here as in Belgium. What's the difference?

I want to open a window to air the room, but I can't open it at first. The apartment is on one floor, ground floor. The bed is behind the corner, and it seems the only room. (I've seen this kind of room in other dreams). Anyway, the window is different than I remember and that is why I don't see how I can open and close it. It is a window that comes to the floor, so you could step out through it. Through it I can see the patio and other people who live here. All the apartments connect here. I don't want people to see me. Curtains. I hesitate to open the window. I fear I will not be able to close it afterwards. What then? People can just walk in.

I do it anyway, and am able to close it still. In the meanwhile, because I came so close to the window, I see on the sides ventilators, so there is always fresh air anyway.

After this I go out because I am still hungry, or at least I still want to eat. And it is about 8pm at that moment. So I go out in the night.

There is a point when I walk through London of my dream that I am at an underground station. People are waiting for the train. I bond with these people, there is plenty of time. Some boys, some young girls. The girls will go another direction, take the train and will do a quiz somewhere. I don't go after them. The boys are still here, but they disperse as well, so that only one guy is still here. I ask him whether he wants to come along, and tell him I still want to eat something.

Then begins my quest for food. Alone. The streets are very unfamiliar to me, I don't recognize anything. But I don't let it stop me and I just keep looking. I'll find something, I know there are plenty of places. This is a part of town where I have never been. I walk to the end of the street, where two streets come together, and I go left. Straight on would be only traffic. To my left I have more chance, so I go that way.

And I cross the road. Immediately I see a place and I take a look but it is for children, and it is crowded, I don't want to sit there on my own. So I am at the window but don't stay long and go to the next one. At first I fear I won't see another, but there is a restaurant almost next to it. It is almost full, and I don't want to be on my own in the restaurant, so I don't enter. But then I see one after the other, and most I just pass briefly. It is not that I don't have the money, I don't have the energy.

On the corner, there is a small square and a pedestrian area starts, reminds me of Paris, or maybe London, there is a big restaurant, with a beer garden, people sit outside and have enormous portions. I am thinking, this might be good, but I don't want that big portions. They are as big as tables. And it looks really fresh, but a little American as well, too bright colours, lettuce, salads, and what not. I don't want that much food now. The restaurant is busy, but there is still plenty of room, and at the other end is a man sitting alone, so I would not feel out of place. I don't go in.

At last I end up at a market, such as borough market, still all kinds of things, and I walk through the open stalls, none of them is roofed. Little place for moving. In the dark of the night. Still people around. Friendly atmosphere. At some point, somewhere in the middle, I happen upon a lady selling vegetables. I see green peppers and other things. Something makes me stop here. It soon appears that she is from Leuven, but living and working now in London. That forms a bond. She addressed me in both English and Dutch, that is why. I found it strange, because this is not Indonesia, but someone addressed me in Dutch, so we talked. I find it very nice to talk to someone in my native language.

She takes the time to listen to my story, and I tell her I am looking for food, still need to cook, or did not find any good restaurant, so I will have to make something myself. That is when she starts packing potatoes for me and shows me a bunch of asparagus. I think, I already had asparagus, but I'm not going to say that, it tastes good anyway. She picks my vegetables and suggests me what I should eat, I am happy with that. She does all in a plastic bag, transparent, big. Some egg too.

But the egg, she insisted on preparing right there. And she starts before I can say anything. She has a big baking plate in front of her, the kind where you fry burgers. There is lots of oil. And she puts the egg in a paper (boterpapier), baking paper, and folds it over the egg, I think that is strange but wait. And she fries the paper and all and then she bakes it very long and I think it is done already, and the she cuts it, but in a weird way. She has a thin cord and slices the whites together with the paper in which it is folded of the yolk, but swinging the thin cord underneath it time and again. She does that until nothing but the egg yolk remains, in the paper it was wrapped, and she gives me that, still hot.