Shake Hands with a Ghost

1. A Ghost and a Draugr

Antwerp. Driving to work. What is the shortest way (From notes, not sure). Pibo was in the dream, he asked advice about something. He is a tall guy. Brva is there, she says he should rather take the train, but she can't explain it to him for some reason. On the other hand, Pibo is smart enough to understand what she tries to say and explains it back to her. I feel good, because because someone was able to point Brva her place.

There is an upper level and a lower level. We gather in front of a theater.

I have worked here. This means that all things are still a mess here and I have to clean up. Mess on the floor.

Something about potatoes with cheese, and other things. I am not allowed to eat or touch them, but they are there. After a while no one wants them anymore, so now I know it is safe for me to have some. And I eat some secretly. Slices of smoked cheese. It looked really good and it tastes good.

My boss here is a girl or woman. I really hope she does not see me eating this, a crumb of bread.

One last time I serve myself.

Later in the dream I go to my brother N. This inside a two leveled building, but I have to go up. There is a small stair on the side. I know that upstairs is nothing, yet I want to go their all the time. On my way up the narrow stairs a ghost greets me. He comes up behind me and I see him. He is transparent, but I can see his shape very well. He has the shape of a human being. Young man, short hair, strong, tattooed. I hesitate a moment, because this is the point where I get goose bumps, as if this is a real spirit, but I confront him, telling myself there is no reason to be afraid. And I shake his hand, he takes it very naturally, and as I do that, he materializes, he becomes more and more concrete, and comes up after me. Then follows a second being shaped like a man, solid, and guided by maybe my brother N, he forces him down and the being is imprisoned. I can't call this being a man or a human, because he obviously is not. He screeches or sises between his teeth. He really gives me the creeps and I want to stay away from him, so I back a little up the stairs, and he wears red, but is kept in check. I am happy my brother keeps him under control all the time.

We keep going until we come to the upper floor. The last part before we can enter this floor is rather difficult, because the stairs stop in the wrong way and there is a wooden plate that serves as a certain bridge, but it has been cut so that it does not reach enough anymore. Moreover, it is not stable, and we can't use it to get up on the floor. I decide after a moment that I can't do anything but go forward, so I do, and it works fine.

There is some presentation for children going on. In the middle of the room I meet Ande and Pebr and their children. I am happy to meet them, but don't understand why they are here.

In the next room, there is a room full of processors and computers. The whole room full. Blue light. Before, there was some discussion about processors.

There is a woman reading for people (children?) and we go there. She hands out notes of 50 euro. And then she begins her story by saying: When has your father had an inflammation? This is a pun to something else. She hints at it. I can't remember the details.

Dive is there too, tall man too, he is late.

2. The Pope and a Nun

One of the later dreams. I see a cat. She has her mouth open and someone tells me she is in trouble and will possibly get sick, because she has a whole load of sperm in her mouth. She has her mouth open all the time. I think that is she would close it then she would not be able to open it anymore because it sticks. And I think now it suffocates.

There is something about the pope has to eat salt porridge. Of course everyone must eat porridge. there is a nun too. She sits next to the pope and she eats well. She does not give a damn what people think and just eats all her portion. The pope does not.

A boy that we know jumps on a sofa, there is a dog? In the meanwhile, N and me sit somewhere else.

TV. The image is bad, no good connection. So I get up and check. N says this can be better, he means, on the apartment where I live. So maybe the intention was that I suggested this myself.

Something about time traveling?

3. Poetry Exhibition

Middle of a dream, or end. Writing poems. This as a decoration in an art gallery. Dark. One after the other. My thoughts are with these poems all the time, but I don't think I wrote anything down.

One poem is already there and exhibited, but it is not one of mine.

I see an object and try to describe it poetically, but the words never come. The thoughts are there though.

Black. Pen. Something. Something stands on the floor.

Food. Pasta with tomatosauce.

I am reading books. Five new books, but they all are about the same topic.

Something about a Tiger Mania. Father and son business.

Words I read are: Golden Copper. This is someone's name. Appears separate at least twice, and together at least once. So that's one family.

Something about an Indonesian girl. Or Tama?

I start to read? And start preparing food. This time courgette, in the pan.

The books I looked in must have contained runes, or the poems must have, because I remember one particular combination which is Yr, Eihwaz, Uruz. There is no connection. I had seen runes earlier in the dream, but I had a hard time staying aware of dreaming in the first place.

I also dreamed about a tupperware full of sprotjes, smoked, this is a small kind of fish.

4. Lick Pussy

French West Coast. Biking. Cycling. Something with this Cera promotion again.

Badminton. (Can't read notes).

I dreamed of Kaco. On the sofa. She was dressed, but I decided to put my hands between her legs and lift her skirt and get her undressed, she was not wearing underwear, that is for sure. And I started to lick her pussy.

5. Life Coordination

Last fragment before getting up. I sit and see a wall in front of me. There is a street between me and the wall and yet it seems as if I am in the theater, and I am below street level, but my head is above it. And things are written on the wall. The wall is not endless, but stops left and right, and has much white. Black and white, because of writing. Big letters. Everyone can read it. Not many people, but they all pass without looking, maybe a small boy or girl comes sit with me and watches.

Although it is reading, the text sometimes changes. Maybe Bale.

Names. It says: levenscoördinatie. Life coordination. These letters were down below, but they were the main theme.

Meanwhile the radio is on and there is information given about geography, so that I think that this whole thing is about something global. I link the listening with the reading.