Fist Fight

1. The Man with the White Wall

We are in the backyard, in really all the way at the back, where the shed is, of my parents. And the plans of cousin J's wedding are discussed. All his family is here, aunt M, cousin D and niece R.

The wedding party will be, or is, outside. But first of all what needs to be planned are the cars, who will be in whose car, and the hour of appointment. All appointments in order.

There is a fragment about a boot on a nail, to hammer the nail in the wood, someone stamps on it.

The company owns the bower and will tear it down. (I don't recall who the company is). The shed must have turned into the bower (prieeltje)? This means they play with the world of someone else. I wonder whether this is their responsibility. It feels like they are invading a part of a world that they don't belong in, don't have to meddle in their affairs. (I can't remember whether we are still in the garden at this point).

The building looks a bit weird, and the walls are all white. The whole thing is maybe only one room, one level, but with odd ends that are all round and circular. This building is in the open, like a bower.

There is a guy that starts deconstructing the thing. I wonder whether I should help. It feels like it is expected of me. He loosens a very big piece of one wall and carries it under his arm. It looks weird. It is weird to see a person carry half a wall around. When he detaches the wall, you can see it is made of wood. So no stone or brick is used, that is all an illusion. It was one big illusion to start with.

This whole scene, and maybe what was before in the garden, reminded me of the marriage of king Joffrey and Margaery, in game of thrones. And it seems we are discussing their wedding.

I follow the man with the wall.

There is a small, narrow path that leads away, straight. I take this path. At the end of it I see some folks and I recognize Phpa. At once I run to him to greet him. When I was walking this path, Siph was with me, who is also a person from London, who I have not seen in a long time. He lags behind when I run to Phpa.

When I am at the end of the path, things change again. The group of people are still familiar. But it is Divh who stands closest to me. There are four of five men here, they are all tall, much bigger than me. And they all wear white.

When I meet Divh, we start to fight. This is a friendly fight and I enjoy it much. He surely is much better than me, but I enjoy it. We fight with our fists only, and the punches are really fast and powerful.

There is a point where he is fighting one of the others and I stand behind him and I find a way to help him. When I lightly touch his shoulder with the palm of my hand, the shoulder that he punches with, then his punch is more powerful. I think I see the person he fights has a comrade too, who backs him up. I do this about four times, twice on every side. Then I get involved in the fight myself, although I had not planned this. But I can outlast the match, although it is very heavy. I surely get beaten, but it feels good.

Some last fragment of this dream was about these people talking about their bank accounts. Someone is a customer with an international bank, but forgot the number of his account. However, he got 70 emails, from both sides, on the one hand from the country he lives in and on the other hand from the country where the bank is. They both contacted him, so that he would surely remember.

2. Barred Crossroads

Dream in the street of my parents. We are in the fields, or go there. I am on my bicycle, my brother N follows on his. There is a small group of friends hanging about in front of our parents house, and that of the neighbours, that is H&B. We are still on the street, light, sun. There is a girl, sparkling and brilliant, much younger than me, short blond hair. I say goodbye to her in particular when I am leaving for the fields, or moving house, because that happened too somewhere in the dream. This girl is an outsider, I don't think the others know her, and I am somewhat looking about if others are paying attention to me when I talk to her, because it takes quite a long time. Obviously, she fancies me. But of course, this is the goodbye, not the start of something.

I tell her about badminton. And she asks me when will I see you again? And I tell her my planning. Next week, I say, because that is when I have a tournament. I think that was the reasoning. And I ask her: are you coming then or are you coming to Heverlee? This place is where I usually play. (And maybe I am reminded of swimming pools).

One of the lads about is Beha. But even if these boys are around, I still hit on her.

After that we leave for the fields, N follows, maybe Stco, or when we pass his house. When we come to the T crossroads in the fields, it is partly blocked. Still there is some little space on the left. A few of us pass. I can't remember what I did. Because it is closed, we consider going through the fields. The grass is long, but we wander through. There is maize too, still young I suppose.

I don't want to go through it, so I don't follow (this from notes). But I go back.

When I turn back I see N coming from afar on his bicycle, which means that he was a long time behind and he passes me but does not see me. I still go back.

Then the dream continues, I have come back from the fields and will now move into my new house which is near the house of my parents, but two or three houses further to the beginning of the street.

The house is little. Two stories. Yellow, orange, ochre. Small inside. Enter in the middle, rightaway a staircase up. I live on the second floor. The room is half the size that I'm used to. I've got company, visitors, and inspection, can't remember who. They come and look whether I'm okay.

I look in wonder, everything I see is new, it is the first time I've been here. There is wall paper on the walls, but you can see the tiles of a former stage behind it. While I look about I am thinking I should clean up a bit. There is a bunch of underwear that needs to be given a proper place. And also a hat for winter (muts) and scarves.

There was an old man following me.

Now I have visitors. Ti is one of them. They are playing with a ball. First I am okay with it, but after a while I fear they will break something. But they see my fear and challenge me. They don't give up their game. On purpose they try to hit something to break it, but nothing breaks. First one person throws it to a ceramic bowl, very small, red one, on the floor, the ball lightly touches it and then goes on, but the bowl is still whole. And then a second person tries the same, on another bowl same kind, on the floor, smaller though. Hits it, but fails to break.

3. Pizza and Music

Many people in a hall, then we leave, because it is lunch break. We only have one hour. Everyone goes outside. Bright daylight outside. The exit is narrow, we leave, there is some pushing. A man pushes a young guy rather hard. And it takes a moment before I act, but then I swing my fist at this man in return, because the young person cannot defend himself. The man is on my left. He gets angry, and I tell him why I did it. And he somewhat understands, but says I hit him too hard, maybe seven times, or three times or ten times harder than he did the boy. I tell him that does not matter because he can take it.

Then, in order not to let things escalate, I socialize with him asking him personal questions as if I'm interested in his life. It appears he is a professional fighter and teaches. He says he will teach a class just now and I go a while with him, because it is in the same direction. And then we enter a covered straight hallway, bright, and halfway on the right is a desk with info and all kinds of leaflets are lying about with stuff that happens here. Behind that must be stairs upward to where the training halls are. There are very different classes that are taught here. One in particular I notice is about sex. His fighting class is in there somewhere. All open ads like magazines. I consider, but I can't join him anyway, because I have only an hour and half an hour is already spent. 

So I go straight through to the end of the hallway, there are tables and people sit in groups, like students, and they eat. The bar is in the back. On the right, far end, there is a band playing music, and one sits at a table to check the sound.

I listen to the music. Some of it is metal. I sit down and eat pizza. I share it with someone else. And two other guys are sitting at my table, but they don't finish theirs, so I have to extra pieces. Somewhere in my direct neighbourhood are some Chinese or Japanese folk sitting.