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.