A Handful of Rice

1. Fencing

Something with swords, katana. Me and my brother N are alone against a whole group. We are surrounded. This is inside a hall, we are in the centre. Light. There is a sort of rhythm. Possibly I mean the intensity of effort needed to keep them all at bay, and the frequency increases, so it becomes harder and harder.

In the same dream there is a thread of thought about keeping the dreams. It points to remembering dreams.

2. Family Gossip

Swordfighting. Wedding of D. Scenes from Bleach.

Feast without food. End of the world type of dream. Outside it is raining. We are quite aware that this is the end.

Everyone I see that lives here, dark, carries a fiche in plastic with their details. It works like a passport. Everyone has this and does this because they want to, because there is no government, no one that says that you have to. For me the notion is new and I don't have any fiche. It is quite big, too. An old lady carries it around her neck. Someone else has it in her bag, and so on.

Behind the house.

We are at the cage. There is a small girl.

We are cycling along the canal. Niab is there. This came earlier in the dream. I see no one (?).

The marriage is first at home, clearly the house of our parents. Family of our mother's side is there. We are in the living room. I am at least, the rest of the family is in the dining room for the most part.

Later we are in a feasting hall, big. Can't remember the details. Light, spacious, many people, I think other groups are in the same place too.

Then at the end I am at a passageway in between the spacious room and some other place right next to it. Purples. Curtains.

I remember in particular aunt M.

In the passageway I start reading Dag Allemaal, but I do this in the shadows because I don't want other people to see. On the cover I see pictures of aunt L who was not at the party, obviously because she does not want to be part of the family since years. Three pictures at the bottom side of the cover. Now, I leaf through the magazine to see what the paparazzi say because they are sure to be wrong. The magazine has more pages then I imagined, and some interesting articles appear, which I had not expected. One of these is about the skulls of spiders all through evolution. Actually those pictures start with images of human babies whose mouths are deformed in the middle, and then a link is made with scorpion skulls and spiders, but these are quite nice to see, and in so many colours. Pages are white. One picture was about a small girl with an open bit. 

There is another page or article about the star signs, the 88 fixed ones, but all of them show animals, many of them primeval like dinosaurs, instead of the actual thing after which these signs are named. Very curious.

Eventually I find the article I was looking for, this is the page with a report about the wedding, many pages there are, with pictures. 

Now, it is like a movie playing. Family in the picture. Sex scenes too. I am a little embarrassed. I am reminded of the series Neighbours. Papa is helping, me?, with what?

Aunt M sees I'm reading this. In the end all gets public in the family at least. Light again, maybe different place, such as parental house.

Then some fragment outside. I am hungry, as if I haven't eaten at all the whole day, maybe that is true.

This is the last bit of the dream where I take shelter. We moved here with the wedding cars. N is with me, but D too and both my parents and more than one car. We are all in costume, and the cars too are chique.

Last place to visit. We are taking shelter from I don't know what in a half open house, the front wall is not there, I don't think that is strange.

There are people on the street, light, that stop and watch. Young people. I don't know what they want, but I don't mind, although they are a little in the way. I go out in the sun sometimes, outside, while N stays inside, and parents are in the background by the car.

I have rice in my pockets, of my trousers. I take a handful and throw in on the pavement, or maybe even in the gutter, which is very broad, and the water soaks the grains, so that eventually they are cooked and I eat this, and my family is hungry too, so they eat too. This means that I have too little rice, but I have more in my pockets, so I put my hand in my pocket and feel the rice, I take a handful and cast it on the street. But this time I am a little panicking because I have no water to boil it. There is only a little water left, but not enough for all the rice at all. This will not work. That is the end of the dream.

+ there was a part where I sat at a table and had just cooked for me, but my brothers and parents happened to be there, but I had not expected them, so now they just had to eat what I normally eat which is not much and certainly not fancy. This was mashed potato and the like. I was a bit embarrassed.