Have You the Goddess in You?

1. Women Stall

My own apartment. I am there. Brothers jump in. I don't want them to be here but they come anyway. They want inside and I can't say no because something needs to be arranges. Especially my father, he is here to do something. Possibly my brothers were already in the house. N for sure.

Luckily for me, my mother does not want to stay. And she goes and after a while my father goes too.

My brother N and I go home too, we take a very particular route. It has to be that one and no other. Naturally we meet our parents on the way.

I thought the place would have been somewhere else, but I recognize the mother of Hafr, who stands in a stall, like one of the KVLV, in front of the Unic. The street must have been set off for this. This means that my brother and I come from the centre of town, Herent, and go from there to our parents. The place we intend to go is to H&B probably, but now their mother is here and we stop here. The front of their shop faces the Unic.

They sell all kinds of things, but mostly clothes, and everything is for girls. My brother is certainly not interested. I on the other hand am polite. Oddly enough they are the only stall here. 

The mother of Hafr starts to say things to me, like if I like the clothes here and whether I would like to buy anything. The ladies laugh. They're teasing me.

I got there with my bicycle. My brother followed me with his car. But now that we've stopped, he is on his cycle too.

I had trouble with my bicycle when we entered this street. And I had no control, or not enough. That is, I wanted to go straight, but I went left, and I had trouble evading a wall or a post and so on. Also, my left brake was broken. N drove slowly behind me. I don't hurt myself in the end, so all is alright.

We drive up a hill too, or this street has a slope (which is not there in reality). At a certain point there are cars coming from in front of us and I have to evade them, that is a little difficult. But it all works.

And then Kr, the mother of Hafr, asks me, or both of us, but especially me: do you have a goddess in you? And of course I have to answer positively, so that is when the ladies start to laugh and giggle. Of course she means if I have a feminine side. I say that is well possible, and in my defense, I add, mostly subconscious. Of course this does not help and they keep teasing me.

A part of their stall has food too. My father is there, at a small, improvised table, and eats a bruschetta with garlic. Everyone had already eaten. But I want some too.

At a certain point someone says: it smelled like patrick and samurai, half garlic. The first is a kind of sauce in the dream, the second and third are one and the same thing. I would like something with garlic.

At the end of the dream, there is an urgency call for Ba of the badminton. Apparently, he also does emergencies, for hospital or whatever, and he is called. It takes a really long time, but I think my father says not to worry. This was the last scene.

2. Saving the Pink Pig

I'm in an unfamiliar house, spacious, one level, maze, everything is connected and open, as if this building has no roof, and only small walls, so that you always have an overview of the place. Much light, yellows in the walls. 

By the end of the dream I am in a different house, without a roof too, came in in the front, can only stay here a short while. Brother N and a girl are here too, she led me in. I have to be quick. Back of the house is a yard. You can see everything. 

There is a scene with eating. A lot more happened in the first house too though, can't remember.

Now I have to collect in this empty feeling house what I hid here before, I know exactly where it is. It is in a corner, the smallest room, obviously the toilet. I open the door, and there it is on the floor. There are other things waiting here too. I take three things with me. First the thing I came for, which I've now forgotten what it was. Then I take the small pink plouche pig that I put here and belongs to the first thing too. And then a third thing, but I can't remember what. The third thing was a red pen. The whole pen was red and I put it on where I usually do, so at that point in the dream I am wearing my badge. And it feels like I'm working. I put the pen on my badge.

I have to take these things with me, now I am ready to run.

People are looking for this, so now I have to run away with it. Not to my house. But to friends, or this is my friend's house. I want to help, even if this is not my personal mission.

At some point Pebr is here. He is at the front door and enters. Sometimes Scout's like scenes. He follows us through the house. He is contaminated with something, so we don't want to be in his neighbourhood. Something about Cthulhu.

3. Difficult Customers

In the shop, which looks rather different and very unfamiliar to me. I feel like stranger here and when I arrive, which is the start of the dream, I am rather uncertain of how to work here. The space is open, one floor, different levels, corners. In the middle is a tv, projecting on a screen on the wall. You can sit on a cube that serves as a bench, white. In the dream I never see the whole shop, only the part I come. I feel sure in the upper part and try to keep to that piece.

At first it seems I am the only person working here, while there are a lot of folks. Then after a while, when I'm already helping customers and having difficulties, I realize there are colleagues, Digr and Brva for sure, possibly Keva.

What I would like to do most is not work but enjoy my time and watch telly. But I can't, I have to work.

A customer comes to me and asks me a question. Something with something she ordered (reservatiebewijsje). Apparently something has gone wrong, and I listen, but I can't fix the problem. I don't know what to do.

Lots of other stuff is happening at the same time. All this happens around me, but I'm not a part of it.

This upper room, there is a table in the middle and I sit myself on the left side. Customers gather on the right side. I can't even tell who was first. I am helping someone and the others have to wait. I can't take the pressure. And I know I can't help this one customer, so I have to look for a different solution. At some point I can't take it anymore and I get angry and I shout at the people, to one lady in particular, but she could not help it, even if she was pushy. And immediately afterwards I apologize.

I still want to help. I also want to run away. At this point I know there are colleagues, and I want to send the customers to the others. I run away for a little, to the central room with the tv, but I don't allow myself to watch tv or relax. Digr sees I'm having difficulties, and that is it. So I get back and try to help anyway.

I don't think I really helped any of them.

Then the scene changes, and there is a way out, the place outside is even higher and I see some people there and looks really good and I want to be a part of that. And I follow and I see that many people do, and that I seem to make the right choice by going outside. More people follow. Still, my boss and my colleagues are dumbstruck and don't understand that I am going out. They stay in. But out is where it is happening.

Some sort of circle is formed with the people outside. This is clearly an alternative kind of thing, but I might enjoy it. I'm the only employee here. I don't take hands, but some do in the circle. I'm more on the side, this is also because I would like to observe first. They're singing of course, and I like that and join. Some other people that come in later stand by me and don't hold hands and don't really join the circle, but they're still out.

Then they start to dance, which I had expected. We with our little group with whom things take a little longer stay, but after a while someone takes my hand and a small row is formed and dance too, on our own, which is as good. And we go this way and that way, I am a little surprised when we change direction. First a person on my right leads but in the end there is a person on the left leading. Girl wearing white dress, lace. I'm having fun. This is about where the dream ends.