Shaolin Class

1. Fight in the City

Can't remember the circumstances, dark. Fighting. I fight with the intention to beat that one person. This one person has a big entourage. They are all supporting him. All the while I am waiting for the right moment to strike to hit only that one person. This is in the city. Outside. Night. Sword fighting. Above ground level, this room.

(Early dream).

2. Training the Old Kung Fu

I enter the room, which is exceptionally spacious, and I sit down behind my desk which is a very long distance from where my brother N is sitting, opposite of me across the room. There is a third desk on my left, closer to me, but uncomfortably far away, possibly my other brother's, but he is not here. The desk is empty. They all have computers. I work on mine. Light.

I suppose I am playing a computer game. I suppose N is doing the same. And there is some conversation between us, though slight, because of the distance. I can't really see what he is doing, but I guess it it the same as me.

Later in the same dream we are at home with Ande and Pebr and playing an RPG. Pebr asks back something (Can't read notes properly), and I saw they were starving (Or something like that).

A&P change into List and her husband. They say they have to leave at 5pm. I am at there home, staying there, but I'll have to move to when they are gone. This implies I made use of their goodwill to stay here for a bit because I had a gap in time or something.

I kept busy reading a comic or playing a game at their computer. For sure I was reading the new Amoras comic, which will be released next week. And I've only read the first two or three pages, and I take my time, enjoying every page. So I still have a lot to read, for when I go somewhere else and I am there too early, then I can just read the comic. Still I think that will not be enough, because I might be an hour and a half early, and that is a lot of time to do nothing.

They are making ready to leave. There is nothing for me but to get up and get out of the house too. So I close the house and take my comic with me.

When I leave the house, I come to a small square, pedestrian, in the night. Lidv is there too, the poetess, and some two other people, I suppose friends of her. But I know them, and I say goodbye. I went down the stairs with them. I say goodby to Lidv, and she kisses me on the cheek quite a few times too much, but I tolerate it. Then one of her friends that I know does the same. I don't make anything of it.

One of the ladies says she has to go to work, I think it is a strange time to start working, I've certainly seen her in the shop sometime. She says she will take over from someone who has worked 60 days in a row non stop and stops today. We conclude that she will have to do the same, but that does not appear to be true. She also says something about the future, which is based on a book, and has more light in the dream, about the year 2017, that is for sure, but I don't remember further details. Or maybe this was about Rigr, who I mailed when I was in the room with my brother, and had a list of things she wanted done by other people among which Mefa, who understood what she meant. She sent this to do list to me too, but I did not know what to do with that. This was quite a dark email, and I reasoned that she was ready to exit this life, and that would be 2017. So this small part comes earlier.

They are by car and will take the car to go wherever. I'm on foot and will walk my way across the street, because I can see the building where I was heading from here.

The building reminds me a little of the hospital St Raf.

When I see the time it is 5.30pm and I enter the hospital doors. When I enter, I immediately see in the mirrors the reflection of Erel, who I was looking for. I knew he was still giving class on this day of the week at this time in this place, so I took my chances to visit. Seeing his reflection assures me. Now I am sure he is here and I did not waste my time. His training hall is just around the corner, I have to look a bit. This is the concrete kind of building, nothing nice about it.

Then I enter his hall. It has got this ugly kind of pillars in the room to hold up the roof, small room, rectangular. I don't see Erel, but I see his students, quite a lot, I'm happy he has so much success. Many young girls, a few boys, all young people, that is good.

I just walk by to the end of the room. There I see Erel, I had seen him in the windows reflected too, in this room. He is teaching kungfu and I want to join.

Of course I had originally thought I'd be much too early, but that turned out not to be the case, and I am actually ten minutes or fifteen minutes late. The class has already begun. By the exercises they are doing, I can see that it is just the warm up, so I can still join, I don't mind I'm late. Erel, when he sees me, recognizes me, and greets, but continues with his lesson. I tell him I want to join for the evening, and he is okay with it. I am not really looking forward to do the warm up, because that puts too much stress on my body, but I'm here now and I cannot but follow as told, even if I'm a free student.

Everyone lies on a mat. I am looking for one myself, to do the exercises on. They are all sweaty, even the ones that are not used, because someone had just used it before. They are all wet, this is not nice. So I end up sharing a mat with Erel.

From the corner of my eye I see someone I know among the pupils, this is Hafr, of all people I had not expected to see her here, but it is indeed nice. Good to know she does this.

I sit behind Erel, we face the other way as the students do, although we are not in front of the class, but on the side. And there are concrete pillars blocking the view. We sit down and do stretching exercises. He moves his hands and arms in a certain way and I try to copy. These are not exercises I remember or know, but I can do them when I keep my mind to it.

That is about where the dream ends.

3. Book Shop Sells Plants

Shop, different building than in real life, but seen the configuration in other dreams, roughly corresponds to real life, only bigger. Work pressure type of dream. On a hill, slope.

First all is quiet. A young boy helps us. Kivo, colleague from Diestsestraat, works with me, is quiet herself, is on the right till, closed on her side, the counter is.

The boy wants to look up something, but can't find it. He is wearing a badge. Then he goes to another place in the shop. I stay where I am.

In the meanwhile I am looking up something on the computer, where I work, but I can't really find it either. Don't know the details anymore.

Then later the boy comes back, more people are in the shop, and it is getting late, towards evening, which is the time more customers come. Now the boy has a book with him and wants to pay but is confused by the price. He wants to pay himself, his parents are outside, and I know he has been out of the shop too to ask his parents something, can't remember.

I say how much the book costs without realizing it is strange. It is 19,05 euro, but the boy says it should only cost 10,95 or something like that, cheaper at least, maybe even only 5 euro. Apparently there is some promotion that the customer gets a doll with this book, so he can choose one, only, they are very big, human size, and he does not want any. Kivo helps me with this and explains the promotion. I see the dolls by the stairs, really close to the counter, they almost block the way, but there is only one left, and there should at least be two different kinds to choose from, and of course it is the wrong one. Stas or Staf and Korneel, maybe those were the names. They are in a display, even if so big.

Because of the difficult people start queuing and have to wait and pressure builds. It try to stay calm and finish this.

Then the next customers are a couple, they want something of a promotion too, by Cera. Again, I don't know what they're talking about, they have a plant with them but we don't sell plants, so I am confused. Yet these two are sure they can buy such plants here with their voucher. I have no clue. The plant they have is small, like a baby, and looks like a cactus, but with leaves.

After a while I look behind me and as if I have been on holiday and just got back to work, I see there are plants like these. We do have them, I had no idea. They are on a shelf below, almost on the floor, stacked together, grey green, dark. In small pots. I'm relieved, except that I should have looked behind me earlier, instead of denying it. So I'm a little sorry about this. But it can't be changed now, and the solution was there. This is where the dream ends.

Before that, so between the boy and the plant situation, there was a lady, rather assertive, who asked me a question and demanded an answer from me, though I knew this was for my colleague. But I let her ask the question anyway and then sent her upstairs to ask Keva. There were about 5 books on her note that she was looking for, scribled them down, I could read them. One had the name Charlotte in it, and I suppose it referred to Bronte.