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.