Lemons and Bananas

1. Cloud Atlas

World in two. Sleeping and waking up, running away. Veranda. I can (can't read notes).

A whole time long in the night my mind was still impressed by the images of the film Cloud Atlas, and the dreams were of such variety and changing scene so fast that I could not get a hold on it.

I know the differences between the worlds (2 worlds?). I helped build these myself.

Most of the scenes were light and full of activity.

Fragment where I watch myself in the mirror, and comb my hair. After a while my hair falls in the right way and I am thinking that my mother will be pleased.

2. Lemons and Bananas

There is a dream where I enter my bedroom, in the house of my parents. I have to be silent and careful, because my brothers are already sleeping. D is certainly there. It is midnight. At the foot end of the bed, the room is somewhat bigger than in reality, there is a rack with fruits. Two crates on one of the low shelves carry lemons and bananas. There are also fruits that look like them but are not lemons. I try to bring some order into it, while I try to keep silent.

I also have to hurry, because I have to go back, somewhere, out of the room. 

There was a whole lot more about the dream, but I did not make the effort to memorize, because I needed my sleep.

3. London Shop

Maybe more like a hypnogogic dream.

In London, at Phpa's place. We are outside, something with chopping trees, all kinds, and need to be replanted, but the trees are really big and grown. This is on a side, slope. Phpa is on the top and I am below. There are big plastic containers lying about, some guy has left his garbage here, but Phpa thinks he might use it. I know he will take it in the house, but I don't think it is a good idea. In the least, he will have to rinse those. I am too far away to say anything.

Then he goes inside and I go along the piece of land to the other side and back up and then I am in the shop, of course this is not my shop, but since no one else is here, I am the one to keep it. And a girl comes in, it is open, in nature. And she buys something, and then is looking for another thing, about game of thrones. She is from Gent or somewhere, maybe even Leuven, that is from Belgium. And we don't have the thing she wants so she says if she can come back but I tell her that I'll be gone in two or three days and will be back in Belgium then. And after a short conversation she says she might see me here in London or there in Belgium. She tried to pay something, but it did not work. And there are four machines to pay electronically. And when it does not work, I see there are many many, rows and rows, behind the counter, on the counter, beside the counter on the floor, and so on. But none of them will work, so I leave it like that and trust that I will see her again.

After this people are coming in and there is planned some happening, but I don't see Phpa anywhere, so I go in, I enter his place, and think I see him snoring in the corner and call his name, first twice silent, and then once a little harder, and I hear him answer, but I don't know where the voice is coming from. Then this person in the corner is waking up but he does not look like Phpa at all, and I look about me but I don't see Phpa. End of the dream.