1. Gran Turismo
Something about GTA, playing a video game, playstation, my brother N. Gran Turismo.
2. Examination
I am in cafe Stuk. There is music. A test is being taken. End of school year examination. There is also food, maybe in an earlier part of the dream, dark and purples, maybe green, beneath, tables full of food.
Chwe, Woli, Mefa, and Dore are all here. The question that hangs in the air is who is with who. And there is some speculation (?), no end to it.
3. Taiji Sword
Erel, taiji sword lesson. On my own. Unasked I start the first few movements and somehow I remember them clearly when I do them, as if they were still printed in my body. Dark.
Sunday, 30 June 2013
Saturday, 29 June 2013
Chinese Kid
1. Thou God Invited One
Sort of wet dream, can't remember context.
Three times in the night that I had to hold back. The last time I used the invocation from the four year course of the M7R and it worked immediately.
2. Preparing Soup
(Can't read notes). Bale. Something every day, but can choose freely (?) and corrects the cook that is preparing the vegetables for the soup. They are on a wooden cutting board, all raw, spring onion for sure, also paprika I think. At least five different sorts of vegetable, all on the board.
It is busy so I wait. (Can't remember context).
3. Daughter Buys a Third Book
I wash my hands at an automatic device. I'm in a restaurant. I am the last one. Already been here, or my brothers have already been here before me. Everyone is watching.
P&R are there, and mother.
There is this girl that was in the shop yesterday, the daughter of professor H. Now she returns to the shop the next day and buys a third book.
Tama is there and helps me.
Something about the sandwich bar I always go to. They are preparing the tables for reservations. One table.
Behind the till (in the shop?) are lying banners, cotton ones, in red. They are really big, and lie in pairs. Liha is there, I think, she knows about it, must be cleaned up, carried to somewhere, I shall help. There is not enough room for them lying about here.
And something alike, that is a promotion, first. (Can't remember details).
4. A Note from Tewe
A date with (can't read notes anymore), young girl. Tewe. She is it. We are in a bar. She gives me a slip of paper which feels quite personal. Of course other people are here. This place looks like the Noire, coffee bar next to our shop. She tells me what it is, this note. It is composite. I mean, it is not only folded but also consists of more than one paper, smaller ones stuck together. This is a letter that she asks me to read and correct, because it is in English.
In the meanwhile we go outside and step to the next place, which has open French windows and a step up to go inside, and this would be the shop itself, where I work. And it is now like a restaurant, and small and long, with different levels of floor and tables strewn about. Space is divided in three rooms. The kitchen and bar are in the middle. Behind is the most private part.
Keva, Digr and other colleagues are here. Or they say hello and then my privacy is gone, which I think is a petty, because I wanted to read this note in private. What's more, I have to open the shop. Although we came in in the front, and all was open. But we were not open yet. We are now.
So I want to read the note, but I don't get the chance.
The boss tells me he is going away for holiday, something with his cycling daughter. So he leaves me to it.
Then my parents and brothers are also here and something wedding like is happening or discussed. They sit at a small iron round table, usually the kind of table for outside, a bit fancy, British. In a corner in the middle section of the shop. I cannot be part of it because I am working, so I must let not touch me.
Then at the end I am outside, at the step inside. I see a girl I know as a customer, she has red hair, not bad looking, nor good looking, but she is okay, I look at her, she has her kid with her and I welcome the kid. The kid is half Chinese and the father, who is Chinese is behind but he comes. I feel people watching me as I meet this girl. Then I still accompany the child inside as if I know him well, hoping at the same time that the people in the restaurant, my colleagues and family do not assume that this is my kid, because I don't want them to think that. Yet I am proud enough to keep guiding the kid inside a long way, all through the front section. The father was already inside.
5. Meditation Text Start
Start of the meditation I guided. Can't recall context.
Sort of wet dream, can't remember context.
Three times in the night that I had to hold back. The last time I used the invocation from the four year course of the M7R and it worked immediately.
2. Preparing Soup
(Can't read notes). Bale. Something every day, but can choose freely (?) and corrects the cook that is preparing the vegetables for the soup. They are on a wooden cutting board, all raw, spring onion for sure, also paprika I think. At least five different sorts of vegetable, all on the board.
It is busy so I wait. (Can't remember context).
3. Daughter Buys a Third Book
I wash my hands at an automatic device. I'm in a restaurant. I am the last one. Already been here, or my brothers have already been here before me. Everyone is watching.
P&R are there, and mother.
There is this girl that was in the shop yesterday, the daughter of professor H. Now she returns to the shop the next day and buys a third book.
Tama is there and helps me.
Something about the sandwich bar I always go to. They are preparing the tables for reservations. One table.
Behind the till (in the shop?) are lying banners, cotton ones, in red. They are really big, and lie in pairs. Liha is there, I think, she knows about it, must be cleaned up, carried to somewhere, I shall help. There is not enough room for them lying about here.
And something alike, that is a promotion, first. (Can't remember details).
4. A Note from Tewe
A date with (can't read notes anymore), young girl. Tewe. She is it. We are in a bar. She gives me a slip of paper which feels quite personal. Of course other people are here. This place looks like the Noire, coffee bar next to our shop. She tells me what it is, this note. It is composite. I mean, it is not only folded but also consists of more than one paper, smaller ones stuck together. This is a letter that she asks me to read and correct, because it is in English.
In the meanwhile we go outside and step to the next place, which has open French windows and a step up to go inside, and this would be the shop itself, where I work. And it is now like a restaurant, and small and long, with different levels of floor and tables strewn about. Space is divided in three rooms. The kitchen and bar are in the middle. Behind is the most private part.
Keva, Digr and other colleagues are here. Or they say hello and then my privacy is gone, which I think is a petty, because I wanted to read this note in private. What's more, I have to open the shop. Although we came in in the front, and all was open. But we were not open yet. We are now.
So I want to read the note, but I don't get the chance.
The boss tells me he is going away for holiday, something with his cycling daughter. So he leaves me to it.
Then my parents and brothers are also here and something wedding like is happening or discussed. They sit at a small iron round table, usually the kind of table for outside, a bit fancy, British. In a corner in the middle section of the shop. I cannot be part of it because I am working, so I must let not touch me.
Then at the end I am outside, at the step inside. I see a girl I know as a customer, she has red hair, not bad looking, nor good looking, but she is okay, I look at her, she has her kid with her and I welcome the kid. The kid is half Chinese and the father, who is Chinese is behind but he comes. I feel people watching me as I meet this girl. Then I still accompany the child inside as if I know him well, hoping at the same time that the people in the restaurant, my colleagues and family do not assume that this is my kid, because I don't want them to think that. Yet I am proud enough to keep guiding the kid inside a long way, all through the front section. The father was already inside.
5. Meditation Text Start
Start of the meditation I guided. Can't recall context.
Friday, 28 June 2013
Hamburgers
1. Tivb
Dream between 6am and 7am. Atmosphere was light, full, and joyful, happy. Tivb.
My brothers were there. Possibly a girl. Inside.
Frvb was in the dream, which is unusual, but can't remember details.
At the end of the dream I am in a different room in the house and looking at ancient texts, Greek papyri, maybe Latin or Egyptian, but certainly Greek, someone showed them and I immediately identified them. Trying to read text.
Loose fragment at the end of the dream cycle. N is making hamburgers, in a big pan, many, D is making some too, and I am supposed to do the same, but am thinking that between the two of them we will already have too much, so I hesitate to start.
Dream between 6am and 7am. Atmosphere was light, full, and joyful, happy. Tivb.
My brothers were there. Possibly a girl. Inside.
Frvb was in the dream, which is unusual, but can't remember details.
At the end of the dream I am in a different room in the house and looking at ancient texts, Greek papyri, maybe Latin or Egyptian, but certainly Greek, someone showed them and I immediately identified them. Trying to read text.
Loose fragment at the end of the dream cycle. N is making hamburgers, in a big pan, many, D is making some too, and I am supposed to do the same, but am thinking that between the two of them we will already have too much, so I hesitate to start.
Thursday, 27 June 2013
In the Kitchen
1. Making Out with Bale
I am with Bale in the kitchen, it has been a long time since I saw her but it feels good. We are preparing a salad, consisting of two dishes with some variation. There is raw onion, paprika and tomato. We prepare this cold in two pots, or pans, and heat it on the stove. There is water in one. You can see that there has been added some acid, too, vinegar. Lid of pot.
In the meanwhile we start to get close, touch, and I get bold and rub her. Something about my underwear, maybe I am naked. I touch all of her body and doubt a little bit but then I stroke her breasts as well, which feels good. When I do that she is dressed in lingerie.
We are standing in the kitchen of my apartment. I can clearly see the breakfast table and the corner with the cooking fire.
The lingerie is dark, brown or black, and coves her whole body, from feet to upper body. I ask her whether she wants to keep it on or undo it. She thinks that the suit she is wearing is irritating and asks my opinion, and then we talk about some other lingerie outfits she has. They are more or less the same, but for the colour, one is real black, and another one is red.
2. Ridge Race
Walking. Someone has picked a place to go for a walk in the country (reminds me of the walk I did with Kaco and her friends). It is an open field, and I don't like that, because I want woods. By day, light, parents and brothers are present.
I walk next to N, this is by the end of the walk when we come to an urbanized place, pavement. But the broad path we can't use, either this is a game rule or for real something bad would happen if we do, although I don't think that is the case. But on the right, next to a house, is a small ridge of stone that leads to behind it, because the pavement stops and there is a wall, but behind that is a garden and we aim for that. The ridge is small, and we do a little competition to see who is first. Race. I pass him and am first. This ridge is the pedestrian lane. Light.
In the meanwhile, we are at home with somebody who is not at home and we use his something, maybe machine. To me, it feels not good to be here while the owner is not.
The machine is in the kitchen. It has something to do with either cooking or hanging up wall paper.
Fragment in the garage. I want to clothe myself again, because I am half naked, my underwear is still at my feet, but when I dress, my underwear feels a little wet. I try to ignore it.
3. Nutella
Close up. Making a slice of bread with chocolate paste.
I am with Bale in the kitchen, it has been a long time since I saw her but it feels good. We are preparing a salad, consisting of two dishes with some variation. There is raw onion, paprika and tomato. We prepare this cold in two pots, or pans, and heat it on the stove. There is water in one. You can see that there has been added some acid, too, vinegar. Lid of pot.
In the meanwhile we start to get close, touch, and I get bold and rub her. Something about my underwear, maybe I am naked. I touch all of her body and doubt a little bit but then I stroke her breasts as well, which feels good. When I do that she is dressed in lingerie.
We are standing in the kitchen of my apartment. I can clearly see the breakfast table and the corner with the cooking fire.
The lingerie is dark, brown or black, and coves her whole body, from feet to upper body. I ask her whether she wants to keep it on or undo it. She thinks that the suit she is wearing is irritating and asks my opinion, and then we talk about some other lingerie outfits she has. They are more or less the same, but for the colour, one is real black, and another one is red.
2. Ridge Race
Walking. Someone has picked a place to go for a walk in the country (reminds me of the walk I did with Kaco and her friends). It is an open field, and I don't like that, because I want woods. By day, light, parents and brothers are present.
I walk next to N, this is by the end of the walk when we come to an urbanized place, pavement. But the broad path we can't use, either this is a game rule or for real something bad would happen if we do, although I don't think that is the case. But on the right, next to a house, is a small ridge of stone that leads to behind it, because the pavement stops and there is a wall, but behind that is a garden and we aim for that. The ridge is small, and we do a little competition to see who is first. Race. I pass him and am first. This ridge is the pedestrian lane. Light.
In the meanwhile, we are at home with somebody who is not at home and we use his something, maybe machine. To me, it feels not good to be here while the owner is not.
The machine is in the kitchen. It has something to do with either cooking or hanging up wall paper.
Fragment in the garage. I want to clothe myself again, because I am half naked, my underwear is still at my feet, but when I dress, my underwear feels a little wet. I try to ignore it.
3. Nutella
Close up. Making a slice of bread with chocolate paste.
Wednesday, 26 June 2013
Stairway Out
1. Class Conference
School buildings, there is a central courtyard. Open classrooms that look out on the courtyard from two levels up like a place for keeping hay. There is no school but we use the infrastructure for our own means. I am pulled along, am part of this, but did not organize this and don't really know what it is all about. I know it is about learning and questioning, but I feel no interest, although everyone else is serious. They are mostly my age. Everything is organized well. We are divided in small groups according to our own wishes. Some people have lists, they do a little bit of guiding, as if they are part of the organisation but in fact they are the same as us. I'm the only one without interest. I see all the people go and I sit and I stay. But a few others stay and decide to hold the dialog or quiz where I am which is in a corner. There are stairs, too. At least two other boys. One of them has a list, he has been directing people. Now he is one of the last, so I am with him. Everyone else has chosen his or her topic and goes to a room, there are plenty, they are all empty. Stone. We are three or four.
Something with the stairs was not right. I went up them before maybe, they go no where or are superfluous, something like that.
When class begins, maybe this is another fragment, but from the same dream, we are in a classroom, classically ordered, someone in front, more than one actually, and all the rest, like me, in chairs. Room not full. Still a laid back feeling, as if there is no time. Time does not go by, because there is none. The person in front, now we are all close together, only a few people, holds up a book and says what it is as if to announce the topic. It is a book by Geert Mak. He pronounces the name rather oddly and I correct him, more than once, and he agrees, in such a way that makes me clear I was nagging and being pedantic. The book must have been In Europe, but the cover was vale blue, like that of John.
Another fragment in the same dream was when I had spilled orange juice on my t-shirt and there was pulp on it, white shirt. And really a lot and this has happened to me before, and I state that I will have to wash it. There's no two ways about it. But I don't have immediately the opportunity to do that, so I walk a little with the shirt pulled up, in front of me, over the courtyard, a bunch of other people were walking alongside me, they don't react funny, stay neutral, maybe have not even noticed.
Then there is the part of the stairs, which is when we decide to leave, everyone is going home, and to do that we go up the stairs, we follow, or they follow. The stairs are like a puzzle, they are all next to walls, but some are close to each other and connect. And I take one set of stairs and then change to another and in so doing I create a short cut, and other people follow my example. If you would go the normal way you would have to go up more and do double the amount of stairs. Somehow this works. White, beige. In the open. From the courtyard to outside over the wall.
2. Grdr
Grdr.
3. Two Year Old
Fragment in which I meet Erel and his young kid is with him, kid is two years old. I don't say anything about the kid. Blue, on the street, cobbled, houses on my left. Blond hair, this kid.
School buildings, there is a central courtyard. Open classrooms that look out on the courtyard from two levels up like a place for keeping hay. There is no school but we use the infrastructure for our own means. I am pulled along, am part of this, but did not organize this and don't really know what it is all about. I know it is about learning and questioning, but I feel no interest, although everyone else is serious. They are mostly my age. Everything is organized well. We are divided in small groups according to our own wishes. Some people have lists, they do a little bit of guiding, as if they are part of the organisation but in fact they are the same as us. I'm the only one without interest. I see all the people go and I sit and I stay. But a few others stay and decide to hold the dialog or quiz where I am which is in a corner. There are stairs, too. At least two other boys. One of them has a list, he has been directing people. Now he is one of the last, so I am with him. Everyone else has chosen his or her topic and goes to a room, there are plenty, they are all empty. Stone. We are three or four.
Something with the stairs was not right. I went up them before maybe, they go no where or are superfluous, something like that.
When class begins, maybe this is another fragment, but from the same dream, we are in a classroom, classically ordered, someone in front, more than one actually, and all the rest, like me, in chairs. Room not full. Still a laid back feeling, as if there is no time. Time does not go by, because there is none. The person in front, now we are all close together, only a few people, holds up a book and says what it is as if to announce the topic. It is a book by Geert Mak. He pronounces the name rather oddly and I correct him, more than once, and he agrees, in such a way that makes me clear I was nagging and being pedantic. The book must have been In Europe, but the cover was vale blue, like that of John.
Another fragment in the same dream was when I had spilled orange juice on my t-shirt and there was pulp on it, white shirt. And really a lot and this has happened to me before, and I state that I will have to wash it. There's no two ways about it. But I don't have immediately the opportunity to do that, so I walk a little with the shirt pulled up, in front of me, over the courtyard, a bunch of other people were walking alongside me, they don't react funny, stay neutral, maybe have not even noticed.
Then there is the part of the stairs, which is when we decide to leave, everyone is going home, and to do that we go up the stairs, we follow, or they follow. The stairs are like a puzzle, they are all next to walls, but some are close to each other and connect. And I take one set of stairs and then change to another and in so doing I create a short cut, and other people follow my example. If you would go the normal way you would have to go up more and do double the amount of stairs. Somehow this works. White, beige. In the open. From the courtyard to outside over the wall.
2. Grdr
Grdr.
3. Two Year Old
Fragment in which I meet Erel and his young kid is with him, kid is two years old. I don't say anything about the kid. Blue, on the street, cobbled, houses on my left. Blond hair, this kid.
Tuesday, 25 June 2013
Castle Weekend
1. Landed on the Planet
A dream in the middle of the night, peaceful, dark, felt like a dream of recovering, recuperation. Black and white, no colours, all in shades of grey. Science Fiction story, maybe my own story, a piece that comes next, which is landing on another planet. Many insides, buildings, a woman is with me. The dream was long, but I did not want to disturb my sleep, so I did not take notes.
2. Drinking Porto
Hotel which is a restaurant too, rooms. I go back to my room, but the room does no longer belong to me. There is rubbish lying about. Small room, wood, castle feel. Someone else is with me.
Later in the dream it is time to go to bed. So I retire. I go to Bale's room for that, she only has a sofa, though. And it is outside, which means it is in the sight of others. Nighttime. My room was on an upper floor. Outside, we are on ground floor.
Despite the presence of onlookers, I decide to change clothes and make ready for bed. And after that I go look for my old room.
There are people still eating. My room is locked.
We sit down at our table. There are N, D, T&B, and maybe Stco. We are drinking porto, at least I am, and someone else too. Red one, very sweet, it is a long time ago since I had one, and I like it. This is in a monastery kind of building, or castle. This place has many rooms and floors. Now we are on the side, and we can look outside, on our right. The Porto is really good.
There are people there that ask my advice.
3. Suske & Wiske Blank
I get involved in a dream about Suske and Wiske, and the other characters, such as Lambik, are also there. They are in a hurry and want something done, are on some mission. One moment they are motioneless and waiting for someone to activate them, and the other moment they are active and swing on trees like tarzan. At some point in the beginning they are black and white drawings, line drawings, mostly white, but life size and I walk between them and I have to do something so that they come alive. And they are naked, so maybe I have to clothe them and then they are activated.
Jerommeke climbs a tower, he is a long way ahead, Lambik should follow but is slow to do so because he does not know how to get up there. Jerommeke uses his strength. Something with a turtle.
Actually this is all inside, in a side room, which is big, but might form part of the earlier setting.
4. Grid of Men in Black
Home of parents, garden. I and a girl are away from the others? I recognize something or someone (can't read my notes).
(Got it now). I am on the terrace, where I would wait for the car to come out of the garage. A bunch of people is also on the terrace and looking my way but not moving, and maybe not even seeing me. Light. There is some distance between us, maybe two meters. They are very orderly organized, in rows, like a matrix almost. And all wear dark clothes. All the same, mostly men, copies maybe.
But then I recognize Kr who is someone from Germany I met in London on a taiji workshop. And I am happily surprised to see her, and I look back a few times just to be sure it is her, because I don't expect her to be here. The positioning of all those people is a bit creepy and I don't know what to make of it, but they don't move. They can't for some reason. I am thinking I should do something about it, but don't want to, I'm a little afraid. I don't like the situation.
Then finally, when I look back, she sees me too and tears herself loose from the construction of people, she smiled and comes my way, easily enough, and I want to greet her, but I forgot her name, but we talk. Her coming towards me causes an unbalance in the construction and people start to wander about, the construction dissolves. And I am rather happy about that, it feels more free now. Things get dynamic now, energy can flow.
That is about when the dream ends.
5. Asparagus Soup
I remember eating asparagus soup. Which was nice, but mixed with too many other vegetables, and their taste was not strong enough. Close up type of dream. So there was nothing else but the pot or bowl of soup.
A dream in the middle of the night, peaceful, dark, felt like a dream of recovering, recuperation. Black and white, no colours, all in shades of grey. Science Fiction story, maybe my own story, a piece that comes next, which is landing on another planet. Many insides, buildings, a woman is with me. The dream was long, but I did not want to disturb my sleep, so I did not take notes.
2. Drinking Porto
Hotel which is a restaurant too, rooms. I go back to my room, but the room does no longer belong to me. There is rubbish lying about. Small room, wood, castle feel. Someone else is with me.
Later in the dream it is time to go to bed. So I retire. I go to Bale's room for that, she only has a sofa, though. And it is outside, which means it is in the sight of others. Nighttime. My room was on an upper floor. Outside, we are on ground floor.
Despite the presence of onlookers, I decide to change clothes and make ready for bed. And after that I go look for my old room.
There are people still eating. My room is locked.
We sit down at our table. There are N, D, T&B, and maybe Stco. We are drinking porto, at least I am, and someone else too. Red one, very sweet, it is a long time ago since I had one, and I like it. This is in a monastery kind of building, or castle. This place has many rooms and floors. Now we are on the side, and we can look outside, on our right. The Porto is really good.
There are people there that ask my advice.
3. Suske & Wiske Blank
I get involved in a dream about Suske and Wiske, and the other characters, such as Lambik, are also there. They are in a hurry and want something done, are on some mission. One moment they are motioneless and waiting for someone to activate them, and the other moment they are active and swing on trees like tarzan. At some point in the beginning they are black and white drawings, line drawings, mostly white, but life size and I walk between them and I have to do something so that they come alive. And they are naked, so maybe I have to clothe them and then they are activated.
Jerommeke climbs a tower, he is a long way ahead, Lambik should follow but is slow to do so because he does not know how to get up there. Jerommeke uses his strength. Something with a turtle.
Actually this is all inside, in a side room, which is big, but might form part of the earlier setting.
4. Grid of Men in Black
Home of parents, garden. I and a girl are away from the others? I recognize something or someone (can't read my notes).
(Got it now). I am on the terrace, where I would wait for the car to come out of the garage. A bunch of people is also on the terrace and looking my way but not moving, and maybe not even seeing me. Light. There is some distance between us, maybe two meters. They are very orderly organized, in rows, like a matrix almost. And all wear dark clothes. All the same, mostly men, copies maybe.
But then I recognize Kr who is someone from Germany I met in London on a taiji workshop. And I am happily surprised to see her, and I look back a few times just to be sure it is her, because I don't expect her to be here. The positioning of all those people is a bit creepy and I don't know what to make of it, but they don't move. They can't for some reason. I am thinking I should do something about it, but don't want to, I'm a little afraid. I don't like the situation.
Then finally, when I look back, she sees me too and tears herself loose from the construction of people, she smiled and comes my way, easily enough, and I want to greet her, but I forgot her name, but we talk. Her coming towards me causes an unbalance in the construction and people start to wander about, the construction dissolves. And I am rather happy about that, it feels more free now. Things get dynamic now, energy can flow.
That is about when the dream ends.
5. Asparagus Soup
I remember eating asparagus soup. Which was nice, but mixed with too many other vegetables, and their taste was not strong enough. Close up type of dream. So there was nothing else but the pot or bowl of soup.
Monday, 24 June 2013
Meerkat Invasion
1. Taiji
Practicing taiji in a group, inside, in a training hall, half dark, colours strong, not bright, but quality, pushing hands, all people close together as if there is no room, interior wood.
2. Tansy by a Stormy Night
Maybe the same dream.
At home, outside, in the garden. End of the world scenario. The weather is dark. My brothers and me are in the garden, at the side of the terrace, right side, maybe even at the neighbours. There is no longer a clear border between the two. Light and lucid.
We are in a hurry, parents are not home yet, but we try to save as much as we can. The situation is like that of an invasion, but what creatures invaded is uncertain, because it seems to be of animal kinds. And it is the animal kingdom that suffers most, we try to save animals, though only the small ones, all the big ones have been wiped out.
I can't remember exactly what happened, but we had to run for cover ourselves because we stayed to long outside, and all life outside and on the surface of the planet has already been exterminated. So my brothers and me are going towards the garage, which is open. We drag a big reed basket with us, which looks like a barrel. Cylinder shape. Open on top, although there is a lid. It is full of things we try to save, most of it dead, just the shells, and here and there very small creatures still alive, not really insects, can't describe it, maybe it is alien life. N carries it with him, he wants to protect this. We guard it with our lives. Their future depends on us.
Then, when we cross the grass, the garden, to the steps to get to the garage, suddenly a small, long, fox like animal crawls out of the ground, blond, long tail, and looks around and wants to attack. I know that if there is one then there are more, because they never come alone and they live in big groups, and they are all hiding underground. At this point they have to, because the surface is hostile. I think these creatures were the cause of the devastation.
I have my sword with me, taiji sword, but it is still packed in white linen. I feel for the right side of it, so that I don't grab it blindly by the blade, but by the handle, yet I'm not sure and wield it anyway, a little clumsy, like a club, and smash it bluntly on the creature, which moves quickly. The animal measures maybe 35 centimeters in length, the closest I know to it is a fox. Maybe the prairie kind, because of the colours, but shorter legs, crawls over the ground. The animal also reminds me of the meerkat. I keep smashing it, but it goes back underground. I fear more will come, and we hurry.
We get up the steps on the terrace and go to the garage, just in time, because it starts to rain and a strong wind starts to blow.
When we are inside, we place the box first at the opening of the garage and then further in, N carries it, to the door that leads inside. Meanwhile parents come home and drive the car in the garage. We see in the reed basket animal life, small creatures, not bigger than the upper part of my thumb, maybe like very big flees, jump out of the box, about a dozen. It gives me a sense of reassurance.
Then I don't know the chronology exactly anymore, but at some point my brothers go out again and to the front of the house. I follow. The wind blows hard, it gets darker because of the clouds, and it gets a little stormy.
We're on the street in front of the house and watch the spectacle. Something catches my eye immediately, there is a row of certain plants in the field, they have never been here before. And some place in the row is missing, as if someone walked through it or removed it, the row is long and covers the length of the street, but this missing part is only a few meters. I recognize the plant by its yellow flowers, it is tansy.
(More happened or more people were present but I can't remember, a girl present I think).
Now I look at the field proper and I see more rows of tansy planted in it, I don't know why this is and I think it is strange and probably linked with the events of extinction.
I remember a fragment, but it was inside, sitting at a table, other people around, some across of me, maybe this was in the kitchen, he stands up and asks me something, but I tell him I don't have an acre, I mean a field. I repeat that several times.
The wind is very strong.
Once inside, I roam about on my own, because the rest is still in the garage taking care of things I have no knowledge of. I go to the bathroom. Don't remember what happened there. But then I go to the veranda, I see it rain and see the window is open a little. I would like to go out and feel the rain on my skin. I don't know if that is a good idea and think about it a while. But it can't hurt and I go out in the rain. No one sees me, so no one can tell me off. I clearly see the terrace, it is the old one. So maybe it is a memory of very long ago, because the neighbour's house was not there either.
That is about where the dream ends.
3. Hunters
Pesl and Vidc. Can't remember context.
Practicing taiji in a group, inside, in a training hall, half dark, colours strong, not bright, but quality, pushing hands, all people close together as if there is no room, interior wood.
2. Tansy by a Stormy Night
Maybe the same dream.
At home, outside, in the garden. End of the world scenario. The weather is dark. My brothers and me are in the garden, at the side of the terrace, right side, maybe even at the neighbours. There is no longer a clear border between the two. Light and lucid.
We are in a hurry, parents are not home yet, but we try to save as much as we can. The situation is like that of an invasion, but what creatures invaded is uncertain, because it seems to be of animal kinds. And it is the animal kingdom that suffers most, we try to save animals, though only the small ones, all the big ones have been wiped out.
I can't remember exactly what happened, but we had to run for cover ourselves because we stayed to long outside, and all life outside and on the surface of the planet has already been exterminated. So my brothers and me are going towards the garage, which is open. We drag a big reed basket with us, which looks like a barrel. Cylinder shape. Open on top, although there is a lid. It is full of things we try to save, most of it dead, just the shells, and here and there very small creatures still alive, not really insects, can't describe it, maybe it is alien life. N carries it with him, he wants to protect this. We guard it with our lives. Their future depends on us.
Then, when we cross the grass, the garden, to the steps to get to the garage, suddenly a small, long, fox like animal crawls out of the ground, blond, long tail, and looks around and wants to attack. I know that if there is one then there are more, because they never come alone and they live in big groups, and they are all hiding underground. At this point they have to, because the surface is hostile. I think these creatures were the cause of the devastation.
I have my sword with me, taiji sword, but it is still packed in white linen. I feel for the right side of it, so that I don't grab it blindly by the blade, but by the handle, yet I'm not sure and wield it anyway, a little clumsy, like a club, and smash it bluntly on the creature, which moves quickly. The animal measures maybe 35 centimeters in length, the closest I know to it is a fox. Maybe the prairie kind, because of the colours, but shorter legs, crawls over the ground. The animal also reminds me of the meerkat. I keep smashing it, but it goes back underground. I fear more will come, and we hurry.
We get up the steps on the terrace and go to the garage, just in time, because it starts to rain and a strong wind starts to blow.
When we are inside, we place the box first at the opening of the garage and then further in, N carries it, to the door that leads inside. Meanwhile parents come home and drive the car in the garage. We see in the reed basket animal life, small creatures, not bigger than the upper part of my thumb, maybe like very big flees, jump out of the box, about a dozen. It gives me a sense of reassurance.
Then I don't know the chronology exactly anymore, but at some point my brothers go out again and to the front of the house. I follow. The wind blows hard, it gets darker because of the clouds, and it gets a little stormy.
We're on the street in front of the house and watch the spectacle. Something catches my eye immediately, there is a row of certain plants in the field, they have never been here before. And some place in the row is missing, as if someone walked through it or removed it, the row is long and covers the length of the street, but this missing part is only a few meters. I recognize the plant by its yellow flowers, it is tansy.
(More happened or more people were present but I can't remember, a girl present I think).
Now I look at the field proper and I see more rows of tansy planted in it, I don't know why this is and I think it is strange and probably linked with the events of extinction.
I remember a fragment, but it was inside, sitting at a table, other people around, some across of me, maybe this was in the kitchen, he stands up and asks me something, but I tell him I don't have an acre, I mean a field. I repeat that several times.
The wind is very strong.
Once inside, I roam about on my own, because the rest is still in the garage taking care of things I have no knowledge of. I go to the bathroom. Don't remember what happened there. But then I go to the veranda, I see it rain and see the window is open a little. I would like to go out and feel the rain on my skin. I don't know if that is a good idea and think about it a while. But it can't hurt and I go out in the rain. No one sees me, so no one can tell me off. I clearly see the terrace, it is the old one. So maybe it is a memory of very long ago, because the neighbour's house was not there either.
That is about where the dream ends.
3. Hunters
Pesl and Vidc. Can't remember context.
Sunday, 23 June 2013
Ellywid
1. Kungfu Kick
Open door. (Something I can't read, maybe Apert). Kungfu.
I arrive at a place where they keep an open door day today, on Sunday, which you would not expect because no one goes out on Sunday. In the morning. At the canal in Leuven. There is a sports centre there. I enter and come in a long hall to my left, at the back I see two different groups training. The are next to each other, but one is closer. I have to go to the last one, at least, that was my plan.
The closer group is Defcross, which is a fighting club. Tough people stand about but do no training, they are waiting for others to come before they start. The other group, behind them, is already doing stuff, gymnastics, kids about, more dynamic, fun. That is what I came for, and I am a little frightened of the Defcross people, because I know they really fight. And something in the atmosphere tells me they would want me on their workshop. I don't feel like it, but the thought of joining crosses my mind, since they could teach me things I want.
I cross the distance cautiously and keep an eye on the fighters, blond guys mostly, short hair, one leader.
When I get to that group I get fully involved in their training, even if I use the place where the friendly group is playing. This is like a competition between me and the defcross people. They do a certain kick. All of them have a go. They run along a strip of mat on the floor and at the end they jump and kick with the heel. The last bit is weird and difficult, but I recognize some of the techniques. I am not sure of myself, but when it is my turn I go at it and run, or rather walk first, because I can't time the running and then the jump very well. At the end it comes natural, and I find the timing and I wish I had run from the start, but it goes a little awry, and miss my footing, I jump anyway and kick as I should, but more tentatively. White, maybe trousers, or the target.
I think that is when someone says it was a fluke and people don't understand this word, then the guy, maybe Siph keeps repeating the word to make himself clear, but I got it the first time. He gestures with his hands, too, to make us understand. This scene is at a table somewhere, different place and different people then in the training hall.
2. Frantic for Thesis Deadline
I am feverishly looking for the deadline of my thesis, because I can't remember by when it had to be done. This happened suddenly, because I thought I still had plenty of time, but now a girl nearby says it is much earlier, and I panic a little. Now I think I have too little time to finish this.
This is partly in my parents' house, my bedroom there, and partly somewhere else, with much light and space.
I don't know who she is, and other people are about too. (Dream may be connected to the minds of other people, like Hall of Learning thing).
At the same time I am working. There are customers. They need my attention, need me for this or that, so I am kept of my real work, which is the thesis. Most of this is outside. I can't remember how these places are linked. I have to do this and that for the customers, time consuming.
Something with a 3 euro voucher.
Something with an invoice.
I'm frantic about my thesis.
Same dream. I go to my bedroom. That is where I could work on my thesis. Something about the bed. Something about the alarm clock, which is a radio, I look at it, and it loses power, it stops at 6.30am. Just at the moment I look at it. Red digits. Then no electricity, just this machine, everything else works. Mother on the bed, with something (can't read it, daughter?).
3. Baby
Grdr shows her newborn kid.
4. Ellywood
Outside, people around me. There is a bus driving by when we are going away. It says Ellywood, or some variation of the word. I think that is a coincidence because we were just looking for this place. It is a place we are going to. But this bus is filled with old ladies. We don't go after it, but go our own way.
We find the complex with the same name a little later and it is a temple, it is behind a row of other buildings, indeed the last. And big. But only one story. White and orange. Rather square, or rectangular. I am a little surprised to the kind of building I find.
But I hope to find traces of an old tradition, even Sumerian maybe, magic, in this building. It is a monastery, kind of, and does not resonate with me at all. I sense there is a lot of secret and old information stored away, but I can't tell if I will ever find anything of value there.
The dream ends before I walk in.
5. Coded Cover
There is a fragment, dark, in which I see a flat box or disc or cover in dark blue and it has on the bottom four words, they are written singly, each of them, as if four different things, but they have to be read together so that they form a sentence, but even then, because all of it is coded, you cannot understand it because the words themselves, although written in the English alphabet, are unknown to me. Then someone else reads them out loud, me and a few others stand around it. Now it hits me that this is Japanese in the Latin alphabet, and I somewhat understand it. At least now it makes sense.
Open door. (Something I can't read, maybe Apert). Kungfu.
I arrive at a place where they keep an open door day today, on Sunday, which you would not expect because no one goes out on Sunday. In the morning. At the canal in Leuven. There is a sports centre there. I enter and come in a long hall to my left, at the back I see two different groups training. The are next to each other, but one is closer. I have to go to the last one, at least, that was my plan.
The closer group is Defcross, which is a fighting club. Tough people stand about but do no training, they are waiting for others to come before they start. The other group, behind them, is already doing stuff, gymnastics, kids about, more dynamic, fun. That is what I came for, and I am a little frightened of the Defcross people, because I know they really fight. And something in the atmosphere tells me they would want me on their workshop. I don't feel like it, but the thought of joining crosses my mind, since they could teach me things I want.
I cross the distance cautiously and keep an eye on the fighters, blond guys mostly, short hair, one leader.
When I get to that group I get fully involved in their training, even if I use the place where the friendly group is playing. This is like a competition between me and the defcross people. They do a certain kick. All of them have a go. They run along a strip of mat on the floor and at the end they jump and kick with the heel. The last bit is weird and difficult, but I recognize some of the techniques. I am not sure of myself, but when it is my turn I go at it and run, or rather walk first, because I can't time the running and then the jump very well. At the end it comes natural, and I find the timing and I wish I had run from the start, but it goes a little awry, and miss my footing, I jump anyway and kick as I should, but more tentatively. White, maybe trousers, or the target.
I think that is when someone says it was a fluke and people don't understand this word, then the guy, maybe Siph keeps repeating the word to make himself clear, but I got it the first time. He gestures with his hands, too, to make us understand. This scene is at a table somewhere, different place and different people then in the training hall.
2. Frantic for Thesis Deadline
I am feverishly looking for the deadline of my thesis, because I can't remember by when it had to be done. This happened suddenly, because I thought I still had plenty of time, but now a girl nearby says it is much earlier, and I panic a little. Now I think I have too little time to finish this.
This is partly in my parents' house, my bedroom there, and partly somewhere else, with much light and space.
I don't know who she is, and other people are about too. (Dream may be connected to the minds of other people, like Hall of Learning thing).
At the same time I am working. There are customers. They need my attention, need me for this or that, so I am kept of my real work, which is the thesis. Most of this is outside. I can't remember how these places are linked. I have to do this and that for the customers, time consuming.
Something with a 3 euro voucher.
Something with an invoice.
I'm frantic about my thesis.
Same dream. I go to my bedroom. That is where I could work on my thesis. Something about the bed. Something about the alarm clock, which is a radio, I look at it, and it loses power, it stops at 6.30am. Just at the moment I look at it. Red digits. Then no electricity, just this machine, everything else works. Mother on the bed, with something (can't read it, daughter?).
3. Baby
Grdr shows her newborn kid.
4. Ellywood
Outside, people around me. There is a bus driving by when we are going away. It says Ellywood, or some variation of the word. I think that is a coincidence because we were just looking for this place. It is a place we are going to. But this bus is filled with old ladies. We don't go after it, but go our own way.
We find the complex with the same name a little later and it is a temple, it is behind a row of other buildings, indeed the last. And big. But only one story. White and orange. Rather square, or rectangular. I am a little surprised to the kind of building I find.
But I hope to find traces of an old tradition, even Sumerian maybe, magic, in this building. It is a monastery, kind of, and does not resonate with me at all. I sense there is a lot of secret and old information stored away, but I can't tell if I will ever find anything of value there.
The dream ends before I walk in.
5. Coded Cover
There is a fragment, dark, in which I see a flat box or disc or cover in dark blue and it has on the bottom four words, they are written singly, each of them, as if four different things, but they have to be read together so that they form a sentence, but even then, because all of it is coded, you cannot understand it because the words themselves, although written in the English alphabet, are unknown to me. Then someone else reads them out loud, me and a few others stand around it. Now it hits me that this is Japanese in the Latin alphabet, and I somewhat understand it. At least now it makes sense.
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Guiding Granny to the Blacksmith
1. Weird Woman
We are in a room which is not really a room, but a pit, one space, open on top, we can see floor level, the pit is the size of a room. I don't know who 'we' is. Light. A handful of people. Only after a while do I realize I am in this situation, when I look up, and I am not sure yet at that point whether to panic or not, because once you realize, this seems to put you in a situation of imprisonment.
At some point there is some explanation regarding Japanese etiquette. I see a beautiful woman who passes by. My brother D follows my look.
Later, I am somewhere with my two brothers. And someone and something else, but I can't read my notes.
Face massage. (This was actually the lucid part, but I forgot).
I crawl closer towards a woman, she lies on the floor in front, there is some distance. My two brothers hold her down, she is not normal. I am also on the floor. I have fear for this woman, I don't know whether to approach or stay back. But something pulls me toward her. In the least, my brothers keep her in check just for me to do what needs to be done, and I suppose that would be rape of a sort.
Either I am penetrated, so it feels, or I penetrate, but the position is unnatural, and even then, N hold open the orifices of her face, of which there seem to sprout some into existence as he pulls her skin, which is black and white like that of a death god. The whole I enter is in the place of her eye, I don't think about it but afterwards the thought crosses me that it must have been her eye, or some whole made below the eye ball, where N pulled the skin. This is something from a horror movie. I continue anyway.
Again we do the same thing, closer to her head, N holds her head back, pulls at the skin, there are holes I can penetrate that I don't know where they come from.
2. Erection Pee
I am somewhere and go to the bathroom, large one, turquiose, alone, no real toilet but I can go anyway. I have a boner but I pee anyway, this is odd.
3. The Old Smithy
Some episode set in my parental street, beginning of street, blocked houses, new ones. Quiet. Light, but don't remember time of day, maybe morning. Don't know who was there, but maybe also brothers.
Next part of this dream is about the wedding of D&S. We are in a hotel, or some place where we stay overnight to celebrate. Very homely, the sisters of S are here too. Parents of both families also in the neighbourhood, but not near. We come in last, and I am last of all. I already know I will get the worst room. The room we meet in is very stylish, country, cottage like. Veranda on the right, my room is on that side. On the left is darker, living room, and so on, where parents are, never gone there. Light in this area. Sofa where we sit. Table, and across, standing, are the sisters. Merriment.
N and me prepare ourselves for our part. Everything has the specific atmosphere of a wedding day or night.
It is late already, I look for my sleeping place, and I leave the door on the right at the back and am outside. I half guessed that I would get to sleep outside. No worries, I only hope it won't rain. And I plan to sleep against the wall, that is the safest, still partly under the roof. The place is enclosed, but small, like a very small courtyard. British like. With flower pots and so on.
I don't know when or how, but at some point in that city, I am outside and looking for a particular place, or maybe, I think that was it, I am outside of the cottage and inspecting the village, and the place we are staying in. Although it is light, it is night.
Not far off I see an old lady that I know. I immediately know that she is looking for a specific place that must be here, I know where it is, I go to her and tell her I will help. There are a few people about, that live in this town. All curious, but I don't mind. I don't like the onlookers, but I keep to what needs to be done. One man is standing in front of his garage, doing something. Cleaning maybe.
The old lady, which might in the dream be my grandmother, though unspecified, a grandmother, granny, she has to go to the Smithy. I know that, and I know where it is because I have been here before, according to the dream, and I guide her along. I have to look very good, because when I recognize the house along which we should take a particular short cut, I am a little confused because I don't recognize things very well. That is because a lot has changed since the maybe fifteen years or so that I was here last.
In a very tentative way I go to the house, fearing that I am trespassing, nothing happens, I go a little further, try to look ahead, there is the path along the house. It looks private, I see and feel people of town watching, I continue anyway. Granny comes along. I keep going. At last we are at the other end. I was not sure at all this whole time along the small path, that we would get in the right place. But the street and so on look very modern, different than I remember, I look to my left, trying to orientate, get my bearing and see where to go next, the old lady goes right by herself, and as a matter of fact I also know right is the right direction, but I needed to check all the alternatives, but the old lady was ahead of me.
Now a little further I recognize the place, the smithy. That too has changed much, it is a long place like a garage, open at the street end. Three or four people are working there, among which two strong young men. I recognize them and am happy to see them because it has been a long while and I greet them, hug them. There is also a lady and maybe a kid.
When I first saw them in their workshop I immediately knew who of both of them would be the one that would help granny. It was clear then in the dream, but I forgot now. Maybe a key had to be made, but I'm not sure.
Later still, back with my brothers. I am somewhere with N, in the middle of the night, and we prepare for whatever it is we need to prepare. Maybe a quiz.
There is a scene late in the dream when I start to wake up, I see underwear on the bed and somewhere else, three pieces of clothing are mine, among which a fine golden silk one, which I've never seen before and which looks like a small pouch in fact, it is too small and too rectangular to wear anyway.
I leave the saffron.
I am paired with one of S's sisters.
Parents also here.
We are in a room which is not really a room, but a pit, one space, open on top, we can see floor level, the pit is the size of a room. I don't know who 'we' is. Light. A handful of people. Only after a while do I realize I am in this situation, when I look up, and I am not sure yet at that point whether to panic or not, because once you realize, this seems to put you in a situation of imprisonment.
At some point there is some explanation regarding Japanese etiquette. I see a beautiful woman who passes by. My brother D follows my look.
Later, I am somewhere with my two brothers. And someone and something else, but I can't read my notes.
Face massage. (This was actually the lucid part, but I forgot).
I crawl closer towards a woman, she lies on the floor in front, there is some distance. My two brothers hold her down, she is not normal. I am also on the floor. I have fear for this woman, I don't know whether to approach or stay back. But something pulls me toward her. In the least, my brothers keep her in check just for me to do what needs to be done, and I suppose that would be rape of a sort.
Either I am penetrated, so it feels, or I penetrate, but the position is unnatural, and even then, N hold open the orifices of her face, of which there seem to sprout some into existence as he pulls her skin, which is black and white like that of a death god. The whole I enter is in the place of her eye, I don't think about it but afterwards the thought crosses me that it must have been her eye, or some whole made below the eye ball, where N pulled the skin. This is something from a horror movie. I continue anyway.
Again we do the same thing, closer to her head, N holds her head back, pulls at the skin, there are holes I can penetrate that I don't know where they come from.
2. Erection Pee
I am somewhere and go to the bathroom, large one, turquiose, alone, no real toilet but I can go anyway. I have a boner but I pee anyway, this is odd.
3. The Old Smithy
Some episode set in my parental street, beginning of street, blocked houses, new ones. Quiet. Light, but don't remember time of day, maybe morning. Don't know who was there, but maybe also brothers.
Next part of this dream is about the wedding of D&S. We are in a hotel, or some place where we stay overnight to celebrate. Very homely, the sisters of S are here too. Parents of both families also in the neighbourhood, but not near. We come in last, and I am last of all. I already know I will get the worst room. The room we meet in is very stylish, country, cottage like. Veranda on the right, my room is on that side. On the left is darker, living room, and so on, where parents are, never gone there. Light in this area. Sofa where we sit. Table, and across, standing, are the sisters. Merriment.
N and me prepare ourselves for our part. Everything has the specific atmosphere of a wedding day or night.
It is late already, I look for my sleeping place, and I leave the door on the right at the back and am outside. I half guessed that I would get to sleep outside. No worries, I only hope it won't rain. And I plan to sleep against the wall, that is the safest, still partly under the roof. The place is enclosed, but small, like a very small courtyard. British like. With flower pots and so on.
I don't know when or how, but at some point in that city, I am outside and looking for a particular place, or maybe, I think that was it, I am outside of the cottage and inspecting the village, and the place we are staying in. Although it is light, it is night.
Not far off I see an old lady that I know. I immediately know that she is looking for a specific place that must be here, I know where it is, I go to her and tell her I will help. There are a few people about, that live in this town. All curious, but I don't mind. I don't like the onlookers, but I keep to what needs to be done. One man is standing in front of his garage, doing something. Cleaning maybe.
The old lady, which might in the dream be my grandmother, though unspecified, a grandmother, granny, she has to go to the Smithy. I know that, and I know where it is because I have been here before, according to the dream, and I guide her along. I have to look very good, because when I recognize the house along which we should take a particular short cut, I am a little confused because I don't recognize things very well. That is because a lot has changed since the maybe fifteen years or so that I was here last.
In a very tentative way I go to the house, fearing that I am trespassing, nothing happens, I go a little further, try to look ahead, there is the path along the house. It looks private, I see and feel people of town watching, I continue anyway. Granny comes along. I keep going. At last we are at the other end. I was not sure at all this whole time along the small path, that we would get in the right place. But the street and so on look very modern, different than I remember, I look to my left, trying to orientate, get my bearing and see where to go next, the old lady goes right by herself, and as a matter of fact I also know right is the right direction, but I needed to check all the alternatives, but the old lady was ahead of me.
Now a little further I recognize the place, the smithy. That too has changed much, it is a long place like a garage, open at the street end. Three or four people are working there, among which two strong young men. I recognize them and am happy to see them because it has been a long while and I greet them, hug them. There is also a lady and maybe a kid.
When I first saw them in their workshop I immediately knew who of both of them would be the one that would help granny. It was clear then in the dream, but I forgot now. Maybe a key had to be made, but I'm not sure.
Later still, back with my brothers. I am somewhere with N, in the middle of the night, and we prepare for whatever it is we need to prepare. Maybe a quiz.
There is a scene late in the dream when I start to wake up, I see underwear on the bed and somewhere else, three pieces of clothing are mine, among which a fine golden silk one, which I've never seen before and which looks like a small pouch in fact, it is too small and too rectangular to wear anyway.
I leave the saffron.
I am paired with one of S's sisters.
Parents also here.
Friday, 21 June 2013
Going to Space
1. Space Aeroplane
By aeroplane to space. There are different stops on the way up. All of them in the atmosphere, I remember the sky and the clouds. And only after that you get into space proper, where it is dark. Light in the dream. Stops are rooms.
Me and someone else, a girl, while other people are around or also traveling. We stop at different places.
2. Rite of Purification
(LUCID DREAM)
I am performing the Enochian rite of purification. In a room, unknown to me. Dark. I perform this with a sword, taiji sword. Someone else is also there.
The room is on an upper floor and in a corner, that is, it is separate place, but forms part of a larger whole on that floor. There are other rooms that connect to each other, there are no doors.
I concentrate very hard on drawing the pentagrams with the sword and see a green light traced in the air. I concentrate hard on performing the rite in the dream, since I am aware that I am dreaming. So somewhat lucid.
On my mind, in a dream, is that I have to clean up my room.
3. Taiji Member from Israel
At some point I am talking to a woman who got in (possibly I mean the space craft, ordinary plane that performs the feats of a space craft) and who I know from taiji. I remember she is from Israel originally.
Later still I go home with Tivd and or Liha, who may be the same person in the dream, but associated with both at times. She knows someone who does taiji sword, a person called Jana, who is a male.
At that point everyone arrives.
One big family (can't remember context).
This is possibly the same dream as 1.
4. Radio 1 is Better
I hear music in a dream. Orange, room. I recognize it as Radio 1. And after a song or five I conclude that this is indeed better music, more varied, than Studio Brussel.
5. Olives and seeds
Then something I can't read from notes. And, green olives and pine seeds.
A girl. Can't remember context, this was not a very clear dream experience. Last bit of dreaming before getting up.
+6. Find Sofie
I have to find someone with the name Sofie. She can help me.
By aeroplane to space. There are different stops on the way up. All of them in the atmosphere, I remember the sky and the clouds. And only after that you get into space proper, where it is dark. Light in the dream. Stops are rooms.
Me and someone else, a girl, while other people are around or also traveling. We stop at different places.
2. Rite of Purification
(LUCID DREAM)
I am performing the Enochian rite of purification. In a room, unknown to me. Dark. I perform this with a sword, taiji sword. Someone else is also there.
The room is on an upper floor and in a corner, that is, it is separate place, but forms part of a larger whole on that floor. There are other rooms that connect to each other, there are no doors.
I concentrate very hard on drawing the pentagrams with the sword and see a green light traced in the air. I concentrate hard on performing the rite in the dream, since I am aware that I am dreaming. So somewhat lucid.
On my mind, in a dream, is that I have to clean up my room.
3. Taiji Member from Israel
At some point I am talking to a woman who got in (possibly I mean the space craft, ordinary plane that performs the feats of a space craft) and who I know from taiji. I remember she is from Israel originally.
Later still I go home with Tivd and or Liha, who may be the same person in the dream, but associated with both at times. She knows someone who does taiji sword, a person called Jana, who is a male.
At that point everyone arrives.
One big family (can't remember context).
This is possibly the same dream as 1.
4. Radio 1 is Better
I hear music in a dream. Orange, room. I recognize it as Radio 1. And after a song or five I conclude that this is indeed better music, more varied, than Studio Brussel.
5. Olives and seeds
Then something I can't read from notes. And, green olives and pine seeds.
A girl. Can't remember context, this was not a very clear dream experience. Last bit of dreaming before getting up.
+6. Find Sofie
I have to find someone with the name Sofie. She can help me.
Thursday, 20 June 2013
Improvisation Theater
1. Preparing the Temple
Half a circle of people, listening to someone, museum, courtyard, wall on the left. Different groups present are student organizations, maybe to conclude the year.
The first room is full. The place is full with academics, students, and Wiccan people. One of those is Else, who is a priestess of Freyja.
Lunch break. Before I did not help at the conference. And now I have to go to the temple and I fear that I will have to help arranging the room. There are two adjacent rooms, but the temple room is an upper room, like a dais, but the difference in level is maybe two meters. This whole thing is an upper store. The entrance is below and on the left. The street outside is on the left. This is in a city. In the dream, I've been here before.
Before lunch we used this lower room, now we will be using the other one, more reds, and curtains to veil it from view, but they are open now. Chairs, black plastic ones. There are a lot of chairs and also tables.
I am the only one left there, the rest will be back later.
There were some discussions going on that I overheard or was part of, by different groups, all distinguished middle aged men in suits. Different topics, among which Ancient Rome.
At the end some one of them says something about the Fenekes (Feneken). Of course this refers to the Phoenician people. And at the same time to the phoenix. They all go outside.
For some reason, I don't get myself to clean up the place. I stall it the whole time. And so time goes by and eventually, everyone comes back, first the people who have to set up the temple, such as Else, and I am relieved that the time has flown past so that I don't have to do my bit.
There is also something about asking ten questions, and books about Old something maybe Raven.
There is also a misunderstanding or misinterpretation about the fact that I want one, more than one or none. I was looking at a stack of bibles. Green, big ones, hardback, I knew they would be there. And someone, the lady that sells them, table as a stall, puts one in my hand and says that that is the one I ordered and whether I don't need more. But I don't need the one even. I cannot return that one politely, so I keep it. I will have to pay of course. I am a bit angry because of this, I can't talk myself out of it. This is about one particular translation of the bible, and apparently, I might have said in the past that this is something I should really have.
Later, back in the room. A show starts. This is at the far left corner of the lower room, at a table for four persons. I sit there by accident. Two women sit down and suddenly start a piece of theater. I am in the middle of it. It is Brasserie Romantiek. Veerle Baetens is there and says her text. She is red headed, she also looks like Mi of the coffee bar down the street by our shop.
I start to tense up, because I have a feeling this will get a little embarrassing, because people will now expect me to play along, and I don't have the text with me, neither do I remember. And I know the piece, and I know I had the text, too. But I can't remember it at all. For a long time I say nothing, and let the two of them do the talking, but I realize that at a given point I will have to join, because people will think it is funny otherwise, if I am in the scene. Like Thuis, or something. In the end I say a little, but I am not very certain and I don't speak a lot and not loud and try to forget it immediately after.
Before that, but I don't know exactly when, I dreamed of a goldfish that needed rescue, one in someone's house. One fish. In the attic.
I do have books and magazines with a goldfish on the cover. Blue cover, you almost don't see the fish, but it is there. I am considering using this to solve the problem, but this will not work (can't read notes perfectly why not).
2. Travel Guides for Indonesia
Maybe an earlier dream, maybe the same dream.
Indonesia, travel guides. Someone buys them. These people will visit that place. I sit with them at the table.
Maybe this was the beginning of the dream.
I think we discussed Indonesia, like whether I visited this or that place and when and I had to admit that I've been there only twice and a long time ago, and mostly the same places.
Half a circle of people, listening to someone, museum, courtyard, wall on the left. Different groups present are student organizations, maybe to conclude the year.
The first room is full. The place is full with academics, students, and Wiccan people. One of those is Else, who is a priestess of Freyja.
Lunch break. Before I did not help at the conference. And now I have to go to the temple and I fear that I will have to help arranging the room. There are two adjacent rooms, but the temple room is an upper room, like a dais, but the difference in level is maybe two meters. This whole thing is an upper store. The entrance is below and on the left. The street outside is on the left. This is in a city. In the dream, I've been here before.
Before lunch we used this lower room, now we will be using the other one, more reds, and curtains to veil it from view, but they are open now. Chairs, black plastic ones. There are a lot of chairs and also tables.
I am the only one left there, the rest will be back later.
There were some discussions going on that I overheard or was part of, by different groups, all distinguished middle aged men in suits. Different topics, among which Ancient Rome.
At the end some one of them says something about the Fenekes (Feneken). Of course this refers to the Phoenician people. And at the same time to the phoenix. They all go outside.
For some reason, I don't get myself to clean up the place. I stall it the whole time. And so time goes by and eventually, everyone comes back, first the people who have to set up the temple, such as Else, and I am relieved that the time has flown past so that I don't have to do my bit.
There is also something about asking ten questions, and books about Old something maybe Raven.
There is also a misunderstanding or misinterpretation about the fact that I want one, more than one or none. I was looking at a stack of bibles. Green, big ones, hardback, I knew they would be there. And someone, the lady that sells them, table as a stall, puts one in my hand and says that that is the one I ordered and whether I don't need more. But I don't need the one even. I cannot return that one politely, so I keep it. I will have to pay of course. I am a bit angry because of this, I can't talk myself out of it. This is about one particular translation of the bible, and apparently, I might have said in the past that this is something I should really have.
Later, back in the room. A show starts. This is at the far left corner of the lower room, at a table for four persons. I sit there by accident. Two women sit down and suddenly start a piece of theater. I am in the middle of it. It is Brasserie Romantiek. Veerle Baetens is there and says her text. She is red headed, she also looks like Mi of the coffee bar down the street by our shop.
I start to tense up, because I have a feeling this will get a little embarrassing, because people will now expect me to play along, and I don't have the text with me, neither do I remember. And I know the piece, and I know I had the text, too. But I can't remember it at all. For a long time I say nothing, and let the two of them do the talking, but I realize that at a given point I will have to join, because people will think it is funny otherwise, if I am in the scene. Like Thuis, or something. In the end I say a little, but I am not very certain and I don't speak a lot and not loud and try to forget it immediately after.
Before that, but I don't know exactly when, I dreamed of a goldfish that needed rescue, one in someone's house. One fish. In the attic.
I do have books and magazines with a goldfish on the cover. Blue cover, you almost don't see the fish, but it is there. I am considering using this to solve the problem, but this will not work (can't read notes perfectly why not).
2. Travel Guides for Indonesia
Maybe an earlier dream, maybe the same dream.
Indonesia, travel guides. Someone buys them. These people will visit that place. I sit with them at the table.
Maybe this was the beginning of the dream.
I think we discussed Indonesia, like whether I visited this or that place and when and I had to admit that I've been there only twice and a long time ago, and mostly the same places.
Wednesday, 19 June 2013
Legs First
1. In Bed with my Teacher
In an apartment, upper level. My home? I lie beside Tivd on the sofa. This is a bit weird, because she is my teacher, but I would like to be with her this once. There is a lot of space between us still. Light. On the left side of the room. Unknown apartment. I want to be close to her, but all I can do is stroke her legs, she has some kind of panties on, dark, stretchy, not her whole leg is covered. I do this a long time. I crawl into bed with her. But she also changes, I realize at a certain moment that she looks more like Lyma. We mostly talk, because that is the safest way to be close. Maybe she has ordered books via me and that is the reason why she is here. She does not turn me down, neither does she encourage it.
At last I consider taking things a bit further, but she has to go, just at that moment. She has to get up and be somewhere. We take the elevator. I think to go down. Or I misread my notes and it says: people are somewhere somewhere and they are in trouble. And I am reminded of Berserk, the anime.
Now she changes into Bale. She and I have to get somewhere upstairs, top, without being seen, like escaping. But we wait as long as it takes to ??? the room. Hall. We wait.
2. Three Kinds of Soup
Maybe the same dream.
Making soup. Kitchen, dark. Kitchen is in the middle, not much room, left is the living room, brothers are there, maybe their partners. On the right is another room, but can't remember what exactly.
I am the one busying myself in the kitchen, though the plan is to work together, but I know things will be good if I do this all myself. There are supposed to be three kinds of soup, but I see only two. Both are clear soups. Both have meat in them, which I forgive myself, it adds flavour to the dish, and it has been a long time ago.
The two soups are different, and very typical. One has chicken, and may be like curry. The other one has red meat, steak. And there is lettuce and I put this on top of the soup with steak. There is also a pot with herbs that I am looking for which is labeled Wiem. I can't find it immediately. Special herbs. Should be around somewhere, I'm sure I saw it just a moment ago. The others don't know what it is.
Beha is also here, and I let him sample the soup.
There is only a little soup, but I think that if I put more water in it now then it will water down and it will be not so nice. While now it is perfect, I am proud of it. We will just have to share.
3. The Young Koel
Late dream.
I see a flash back while I am in a dream, maybe this is because the presence of Tivd, who knows Koel too, and it is about him that I have a memory. I cannot have been there at that time, because it is the youth of Koel, but I see it clearly. So this flash is an explanation of some conversation or discussion I am having with someone else.
A bunch of people who look like hippies, moderate, are in the woods, taking a walk together, more than a dozen of them, and over the hills, meadows and all. Nice walk in nature. He and someone else talk, they are in front but not necessarily lead the group. What I find remarkable is that Koel is a very intelligent person back then, while now he thinks in patterns and is no longer flexible in thought. I like the younger Koel much better. That is someone I could have talked with.
He wears red, he also has a red band, ribbon, over his head.
This is all because Tivd talks about him.
In an apartment, upper level. My home? I lie beside Tivd on the sofa. This is a bit weird, because she is my teacher, but I would like to be with her this once. There is a lot of space between us still. Light. On the left side of the room. Unknown apartment. I want to be close to her, but all I can do is stroke her legs, she has some kind of panties on, dark, stretchy, not her whole leg is covered. I do this a long time. I crawl into bed with her. But she also changes, I realize at a certain moment that she looks more like Lyma. We mostly talk, because that is the safest way to be close. Maybe she has ordered books via me and that is the reason why she is here. She does not turn me down, neither does she encourage it.
At last I consider taking things a bit further, but she has to go, just at that moment. She has to get up and be somewhere. We take the elevator. I think to go down. Or I misread my notes and it says: people are somewhere somewhere and they are in trouble. And I am reminded of Berserk, the anime.
Now she changes into Bale. She and I have to get somewhere upstairs, top, without being seen, like escaping. But we wait as long as it takes to ??? the room. Hall. We wait.
2. Three Kinds of Soup
Maybe the same dream.
Making soup. Kitchen, dark. Kitchen is in the middle, not much room, left is the living room, brothers are there, maybe their partners. On the right is another room, but can't remember what exactly.
I am the one busying myself in the kitchen, though the plan is to work together, but I know things will be good if I do this all myself. There are supposed to be three kinds of soup, but I see only two. Both are clear soups. Both have meat in them, which I forgive myself, it adds flavour to the dish, and it has been a long time ago.
The two soups are different, and very typical. One has chicken, and may be like curry. The other one has red meat, steak. And there is lettuce and I put this on top of the soup with steak. There is also a pot with herbs that I am looking for which is labeled Wiem. I can't find it immediately. Special herbs. Should be around somewhere, I'm sure I saw it just a moment ago. The others don't know what it is.
Beha is also here, and I let him sample the soup.
There is only a little soup, but I think that if I put more water in it now then it will water down and it will be not so nice. While now it is perfect, I am proud of it. We will just have to share.
3. The Young Koel
Late dream.
I see a flash back while I am in a dream, maybe this is because the presence of Tivd, who knows Koel too, and it is about him that I have a memory. I cannot have been there at that time, because it is the youth of Koel, but I see it clearly. So this flash is an explanation of some conversation or discussion I am having with someone else.
A bunch of people who look like hippies, moderate, are in the woods, taking a walk together, more than a dozen of them, and over the hills, meadows and all. Nice walk in nature. He and someone else talk, they are in front but not necessarily lead the group. What I find remarkable is that Koel is a very intelligent person back then, while now he thinks in patterns and is no longer flexible in thought. I like the younger Koel much better. That is someone I could have talked with.
He wears red, he also has a red band, ribbon, over his head.
This is all because Tivd talks about him.
Tuesday, 18 June 2013
Customer Returns Esoteric Book
1. Lawn
Lawn.
2. Cleaning Shoes
Inside. I think parents. I am trying to leave, end of a party.
Outside. Vidc and Pesl are at a table, the table is full of plastic cups of beer and so on, they are all empty. They are comfortable. Light, on the left nothing or a wall, the table is on that side. Open space on the right, house at the back. I come from the front, which would have been a uphill walk. I suppose Joja2 is also here, but I don't remember well. They have been partying the whole night through.
Seeing this table was a very lucid moment.
We have brought are own glasses. Maybe some are of glass, different sizes, but all look similar, clear. Our own bottles are also here. Mead, empty, these must have been mine. I am cleansing them, because I would like to reuse them later.
At some point, Vidc is looking for a glass, he finds a beaker behind him, or a cup. And then something about the toilet, but I can't read my notes.
Pesl also wants one.
Later inside, which looks a little bit like our parents' house. Kitchen to veranda to outside. Mother is there. I still have to do the dishes, and am making ready to leave, but this last job has to be done.
I go outside, which is in the veranda which looks like a terrace, so I'm not sure whether this is inside or outside. I want to cleanse my shoes too, and I have to do this outside of course. Which is a few steps down, there is some real difference in height, the ground level and the garden. The garden is long and big, vast. So now I am below and trying to clean my shoes. I am alone here, doing this on my own, the rest is upstairs so to speak, they are only inside, which is ground level.
So I separate myself from the rest, I really feel this. I also know or recognize this place, I have been here before in other dreams.
I look into my shoes when I want to clean them. They are very long. Too long for my feet, but I don't think about that in the dream, the tip is narrow, and they have a soft white sole inlaid. I see this is starting to wear off. Only a little bit. In one shoe a little more than in the other. The right one is okay. Inside of the shoes. But I am already worried I should go buy new soles. I don't like doing that kind of stuff.
Outside on the wall of the building, house, red bricks, is a tap. It is unusually long, and I did not even know it was here, but is comes in handy. (Something about the owners, I can't read notes, but there is an explanation of why this tap is here). I briefly wonder whether the water that comes out of this tap is good for drinking. But I don't try.
When I am done, maybe I don't really clean the shoes, I go back inside, this is more like the veranda of my parents. There is a customer, when I reenter the house, kitchen, who wants to buy something or talk to me. I recognize him, he comes often. He reminds me of two customers really, or maybe he is one first and then the other. I don't know their names. Certainly the first is one who buys his daily newspaper, at noon, is impatient, but comes every time anyway. Then he changes, and is a customer who is much more quiet. He brings back a book, one of Alice Bailey's books, which surprises me, I want to ask him what he thought of the book, but I don't want to go into it, because there is no real opportunity. He comes up the stairs to bring it back. Maybe it is about telepathy. So we are in the doorway. A few times I negotiate with myself whether I should ask questions about the book, because I think it is interesting and it is interesting to hear someone else's view, but I decide against it every time.
That moment the dream ends.
Lawn.
2. Cleaning Shoes
Inside. I think parents. I am trying to leave, end of a party.
Outside. Vidc and Pesl are at a table, the table is full of plastic cups of beer and so on, they are all empty. They are comfortable. Light, on the left nothing or a wall, the table is on that side. Open space on the right, house at the back. I come from the front, which would have been a uphill walk. I suppose Joja2 is also here, but I don't remember well. They have been partying the whole night through.
Seeing this table was a very lucid moment.
We have brought are own glasses. Maybe some are of glass, different sizes, but all look similar, clear. Our own bottles are also here. Mead, empty, these must have been mine. I am cleansing them, because I would like to reuse them later.
At some point, Vidc is looking for a glass, he finds a beaker behind him, or a cup. And then something about the toilet, but I can't read my notes.
Pesl also wants one.
Later inside, which looks a little bit like our parents' house. Kitchen to veranda to outside. Mother is there. I still have to do the dishes, and am making ready to leave, but this last job has to be done.
I go outside, which is in the veranda which looks like a terrace, so I'm not sure whether this is inside or outside. I want to cleanse my shoes too, and I have to do this outside of course. Which is a few steps down, there is some real difference in height, the ground level and the garden. The garden is long and big, vast. So now I am below and trying to clean my shoes. I am alone here, doing this on my own, the rest is upstairs so to speak, they are only inside, which is ground level.
So I separate myself from the rest, I really feel this. I also know or recognize this place, I have been here before in other dreams.
I look into my shoes when I want to clean them. They are very long. Too long for my feet, but I don't think about that in the dream, the tip is narrow, and they have a soft white sole inlaid. I see this is starting to wear off. Only a little bit. In one shoe a little more than in the other. The right one is okay. Inside of the shoes. But I am already worried I should go buy new soles. I don't like doing that kind of stuff.
Outside on the wall of the building, house, red bricks, is a tap. It is unusually long, and I did not even know it was here, but is comes in handy. (Something about the owners, I can't read notes, but there is an explanation of why this tap is here). I briefly wonder whether the water that comes out of this tap is good for drinking. But I don't try.
When I am done, maybe I don't really clean the shoes, I go back inside, this is more like the veranda of my parents. There is a customer, when I reenter the house, kitchen, who wants to buy something or talk to me. I recognize him, he comes often. He reminds me of two customers really, or maybe he is one first and then the other. I don't know their names. Certainly the first is one who buys his daily newspaper, at noon, is impatient, but comes every time anyway. Then he changes, and is a customer who is much more quiet. He brings back a book, one of Alice Bailey's books, which surprises me, I want to ask him what he thought of the book, but I don't want to go into it, because there is no real opportunity. He comes up the stairs to bring it back. Maybe it is about telepathy. So we are in the doorway. A few times I negotiate with myself whether I should ask questions about the book, because I think it is interesting and it is interesting to hear someone else's view, but I decide against it every time.
That moment the dream ends.
Monday, 17 June 2013
Ancient Museum
1. Eating the Pepper
Inside. High table. There is a dried red hot chili pepper. It is sliced in two, the green end is topped off, but there is some of the pepper skin still on it and I don't want that to go to waste, so I put my teeth in it, very carefully, tear it off and eat it. I do it rather mindfully, because I know it hurts, is spicy. And it is of course. But I can't resist doing it.
2. Red Pullover
In the shop, maybe Keva is there. I am wearing the same clothes as ever, that is my red pullover. Someone says: are you still wearing the same clothes now? I don't know how to respond.
3. Sharing Breakfast
My brothers and I arrive somewhere, it is early in the morning and we want breakfast, only a little is ready on a high shelf, two croissants and something else. There is a good one and bad one. I would like to have the good one but know that this is not polite. Moreover, the bad one has some juice over it, so it might go down better. I decide to take that one and leave the nice one to my brother N. D is also here somewhere, but behind.
4. Nuked City
Long dream, outside, light, downhill is water and a building which looks like a fortress of castle, but may be modern, as it is a museum or amusement park. The entrance is over the water, behind it is more water, like a canal. There is only one gate, building sand coloured. Bridge, looks a bit medieval.
Me and a girl try to sneak in time and again. The dream consists of attempts. There is something inside that we want to see or have to do. We know the password, only we are not allowed to enter, or the overseers should not see us. The whole thing is a game. In the meanwhile clusters of schoolchildren come in and out.
Sometimes the complex is a whole town, which we venture to enter. There is admittance for groups, guided tours, but we work for ourselves. At least one we get in, and find the back room, white and full of light, higher level than the rest, like a throne room, but empty, but it is the place we had to be in.
When we go downhill, we have sometimes help of robots, two of them I like and I command them, there is a third one that looks like Wall-e, only flat, and I don't like, and there is a fourth one but I don't know whose it is. These are all small and therefore perfect for sending up in front. Sunlight.
Much later this all turns into an actual computer game and there is danger of nuking the place if we handle things wrongly.
When we're playing, my brother N and me are on the sofa on the right, there is a large low table, and on our right is a big screen, she and a friend of her are in front of the screen and try to figure out ways to play the game. I suck at this. There might be a dog nearby.
N and me are in the left corner of the sofa. At some point in the end I act a little crazy and fall on the floor, maybe I want to impress the girls. I sit on the floor and continue.
There is a fragment in which I play the game on the big screen and fail the mission, in fact this is in the middle of the game and we can still turn the tide, but something else has come up and my points have to be reconsidered, if that is right, then I'm again in the positive. But we do it wrong and everything works out for the worst. The city is nuked, and that ends the game. The points are money and I should pay or receive the difference, but because the game ends it crashes and there is no need to pay or be paid. The city, which was the museum earlier, by the water, at night now in the video game, has suddenly walls around it, a circular stone wall rises from the ground up to include the city. This is for safety, so the radiation will not spread. It is not watertight though and some of the afflicted areas are outside of this, though not a lot.
The radiation is shown in green, fluorescent, and the city itself is full of it. It glows.
The points reckoning was something like this. First I should distract 100 then add another 100, but we did 500, so the difference would have been too much, probably to my advantage. This first voiding would have canceled my poor attempts, but it only made things more complicated since we used the wrong figures.
The girls are young, maybe Chdm, or someone who looks like her.
Ending the game is certainly the purpose of it all, but I ended it in the middle, and now the end film is shown and it shows all the things we've missed, because you are supposed to have seen all that. I try not to look so as not to be prejudiced for next time.
At some point somewhere in the beginning of this dream I was helped by someone because I fell or was wounded or was sick, and this might have been Bale.
Inside. High table. There is a dried red hot chili pepper. It is sliced in two, the green end is topped off, but there is some of the pepper skin still on it and I don't want that to go to waste, so I put my teeth in it, very carefully, tear it off and eat it. I do it rather mindfully, because I know it hurts, is spicy. And it is of course. But I can't resist doing it.
2. Red Pullover
In the shop, maybe Keva is there. I am wearing the same clothes as ever, that is my red pullover. Someone says: are you still wearing the same clothes now? I don't know how to respond.
3. Sharing Breakfast
My brothers and I arrive somewhere, it is early in the morning and we want breakfast, only a little is ready on a high shelf, two croissants and something else. There is a good one and bad one. I would like to have the good one but know that this is not polite. Moreover, the bad one has some juice over it, so it might go down better. I decide to take that one and leave the nice one to my brother N. D is also here somewhere, but behind.
4. Nuked City
Long dream, outside, light, downhill is water and a building which looks like a fortress of castle, but may be modern, as it is a museum or amusement park. The entrance is over the water, behind it is more water, like a canal. There is only one gate, building sand coloured. Bridge, looks a bit medieval.
Me and a girl try to sneak in time and again. The dream consists of attempts. There is something inside that we want to see or have to do. We know the password, only we are not allowed to enter, or the overseers should not see us. The whole thing is a game. In the meanwhile clusters of schoolchildren come in and out.
Sometimes the complex is a whole town, which we venture to enter. There is admittance for groups, guided tours, but we work for ourselves. At least one we get in, and find the back room, white and full of light, higher level than the rest, like a throne room, but empty, but it is the place we had to be in.
When we go downhill, we have sometimes help of robots, two of them I like and I command them, there is a third one that looks like Wall-e, only flat, and I don't like, and there is a fourth one but I don't know whose it is. These are all small and therefore perfect for sending up in front. Sunlight.
Much later this all turns into an actual computer game and there is danger of nuking the place if we handle things wrongly.
When we're playing, my brother N and me are on the sofa on the right, there is a large low table, and on our right is a big screen, she and a friend of her are in front of the screen and try to figure out ways to play the game. I suck at this. There might be a dog nearby.
N and me are in the left corner of the sofa. At some point in the end I act a little crazy and fall on the floor, maybe I want to impress the girls. I sit on the floor and continue.
There is a fragment in which I play the game on the big screen and fail the mission, in fact this is in the middle of the game and we can still turn the tide, but something else has come up and my points have to be reconsidered, if that is right, then I'm again in the positive. But we do it wrong and everything works out for the worst. The city is nuked, and that ends the game. The points are money and I should pay or receive the difference, but because the game ends it crashes and there is no need to pay or be paid. The city, which was the museum earlier, by the water, at night now in the video game, has suddenly walls around it, a circular stone wall rises from the ground up to include the city. This is for safety, so the radiation will not spread. It is not watertight though and some of the afflicted areas are outside of this, though not a lot.
The radiation is shown in green, fluorescent, and the city itself is full of it. It glows.
The points reckoning was something like this. First I should distract 100 then add another 100, but we did 500, so the difference would have been too much, probably to my advantage. This first voiding would have canceled my poor attempts, but it only made things more complicated since we used the wrong figures.
The girls are young, maybe Chdm, or someone who looks like her.
Ending the game is certainly the purpose of it all, but I ended it in the middle, and now the end film is shown and it shows all the things we've missed, because you are supposed to have seen all that. I try not to look so as not to be prejudiced for next time.
At some point somewhere in the beginning of this dream I was helped by someone because I fell or was wounded or was sick, and this might have been Bale.
Sunday, 16 June 2013
Recovering from Heart Failure
1. Floating Building Askew
Outside, two ponds in a city. Both square, road in the middle. Aunt Dohe. Enemies, so we have to hide.
At some point we are in the water, on a piece of floating something. Something with optical illusions. Camouflage. There is a building that looks military, one is on the water, is has two sides that are out in an angle, the face of the wall is not perpendicular, but askew. The back wall one way, the front the other. Same for a building on land.
Later, something had happened to me, as if I am sick, heart does not work right, this is after the invasion or whatever. I am pulled inside in the middle building, the same sructure of water and so on is found on the inside, I float in the middle, face down to recover. Someone, maybe aunt Dohe, helps me, I will recover, it will only take some time.
These are fragments of the middle and end part of a dream.
Certainly at the end, Bale is also there, helpin me, she is seeing me through, personal care.
2. Second Loosening
Hall where we are all gathered, day, light, many people, all on the same side of the hall, sometimes used for talks, but now it is a break, in the break we give a taiji demonstration, Tivd is here, but I have to do it. So I go between the tables and stand up, the first I do, I have many people with me, they follow. Joja is also here.
Then later, after another break, I try to explain the next exercise, the second, crane, and now, people listen but I don't get them to move. So I say something to them, and a stir goes through the crowd, on my left and in the front, and I say: this is good, because there is change, but it is not enough. When I say those last words, my intonation is such that all suddenly stand up. There is less room in this part of the hall, but we arrange something and I start explaining the second loosening exercise in four arm swings, first without the arms.
Much later I go to bed, we are here for a conference of sorts, and have to give class and talks all the time, and there is a little cell where my bed is, it is open on one side and there is a corridor. Anle comes sleep with me, she feels more safe that way.
3. Late for Breakfast
Dream in which I am late for breakfast, 11am, niece M is in my room and at some point urges me out, she has a list, I have to go out, there is a window in the room that looks out to the inside of the building, from there I see a man enter through a door that is connected with nowhere.
+4. Alarm Clock
Between waking and sleeping this dream. I am in bed sleeping, should get up, and I see a clock on the side, on the floor, white, fashionable, futuristic, it is an alarm. I notice it has the hour, digital, on the side face, I did not know, but that is convenient, this way I know if it is time.
+5. Taiji Sword Lesson
Last dream before getting up.
Training hall that looks like the sports hall of a school, maybe HH, maybe StP. We are in the left corner, that is Erel and me, and a third person is here too, he gets only a little attention, and none from me.
Erel is showing me the start of taiji sword. He is dressed in black and looks different than in reality. Short, but big, bald, but dark hair, short, and short beard. Puffy. Some time after he is his usual self. He shows the beginning. I try to copy. After three times I see that something is not clear to me. He goes over the movement three times, but in the middle I tell him to stop and explain how the left arm moves, because when he moves this arms is stiff horizontally in front of him, while if I do this my arm must come from underneath with a swing, so I don't know how to do it. He wants to continue his movement, laughs at my request, meaning to tell me that I can't be serious to interrupt him, so I tell him a second time, just at the moment where things are unclear, and he must show it.
Outside, two ponds in a city. Both square, road in the middle. Aunt Dohe. Enemies, so we have to hide.
At some point we are in the water, on a piece of floating something. Something with optical illusions. Camouflage. There is a building that looks military, one is on the water, is has two sides that are out in an angle, the face of the wall is not perpendicular, but askew. The back wall one way, the front the other. Same for a building on land.
Later, something had happened to me, as if I am sick, heart does not work right, this is after the invasion or whatever. I am pulled inside in the middle building, the same sructure of water and so on is found on the inside, I float in the middle, face down to recover. Someone, maybe aunt Dohe, helps me, I will recover, it will only take some time.
These are fragments of the middle and end part of a dream.
Certainly at the end, Bale is also there, helpin me, she is seeing me through, personal care.
2. Second Loosening
Hall where we are all gathered, day, light, many people, all on the same side of the hall, sometimes used for talks, but now it is a break, in the break we give a taiji demonstration, Tivd is here, but I have to do it. So I go between the tables and stand up, the first I do, I have many people with me, they follow. Joja is also here.
Then later, after another break, I try to explain the next exercise, the second, crane, and now, people listen but I don't get them to move. So I say something to them, and a stir goes through the crowd, on my left and in the front, and I say: this is good, because there is change, but it is not enough. When I say those last words, my intonation is such that all suddenly stand up. There is less room in this part of the hall, but we arrange something and I start explaining the second loosening exercise in four arm swings, first without the arms.
Much later I go to bed, we are here for a conference of sorts, and have to give class and talks all the time, and there is a little cell where my bed is, it is open on one side and there is a corridor. Anle comes sleep with me, she feels more safe that way.
3. Late for Breakfast
Dream in which I am late for breakfast, 11am, niece M is in my room and at some point urges me out, she has a list, I have to go out, there is a window in the room that looks out to the inside of the building, from there I see a man enter through a door that is connected with nowhere.
+4. Alarm Clock
Between waking and sleeping this dream. I am in bed sleeping, should get up, and I see a clock on the side, on the floor, white, fashionable, futuristic, it is an alarm. I notice it has the hour, digital, on the side face, I did not know, but that is convenient, this way I know if it is time.
+5. Taiji Sword Lesson
Last dream before getting up.
Training hall that looks like the sports hall of a school, maybe HH, maybe StP. We are in the left corner, that is Erel and me, and a third person is here too, he gets only a little attention, and none from me.
Erel is showing me the start of taiji sword. He is dressed in black and looks different than in reality. Short, but big, bald, but dark hair, short, and short beard. Puffy. Some time after he is his usual self. He shows the beginning. I try to copy. After three times I see that something is not clear to me. He goes over the movement three times, but in the middle I tell him to stop and explain how the left arm moves, because when he moves this arms is stiff horizontally in front of him, while if I do this my arm must come from underneath with a swing, so I don't know how to do it. He wants to continue his movement, laughs at my request, meaning to tell me that I can't be serious to interrupt him, so I tell him a second time, just at the moment where things are unclear, and he must show it.
Saturday, 15 June 2013
Fluffy Head Austrich
1. Neighbour in my House
Late at night, I arrive at a certain place in the city, the house where I go is in a very narrow street, I can't pass through, because three cars are parked right in the middle of it, there is no other way for the cars to park. The last car is the one that arrived last and is parked the worst, it is empty and the doors are opened, because the person, possibly a woman, left the car and went inside, in a house on the right, I have not seen this, but I know this in the dream, she lives there, and she will come back after she finished lunch to park properly, by that time the other two cars will have moved. I understand the way she thinks, but it creates a rather difficult situation. When the problem ahead of her is solved and the cars are gone, all that is left is her car, which stays where it is, because she is not there, she can't move at once, people will have to wait.
I continue. I get home, enter, this is my apartment, but a little different, it is big, and I am unfamiliar with it, ground floor, first after the entry I come in a small entrance hall, and on the left is the door to the kitchen, where I go first, on the right is the living room, which is exceptionally big.
For some reason my downstairs neighbour Rago is in the house, I don't know what to think of that, I am thinking that maybe he has a right and a reason to be here, because it is his house, too, although he's got his own place of course, and I am also thinking that he has done this many times before, maybe everytime I was not here, so it seems like I'm new here, and am faced with someone who has taken advantage of that, has been living here longer than me and is not ready to move to his own place.
In the kitchen I want to make food, but I feel uncertain. Rafo comes and helps me, that is, he takes control and tells me what to do, he wants everything to go his way. He shows me what I should eat and that he will eat this or that. He says: heat this, and then he shows me the oven to heat it. I am happy to have an over, and I tell him, because it has been a long time since I had an over and I look forward cooking food in one, but this one is old and rickety, and I fear that I won't be able to cook anything decent in that machine. The thing is red. It almost falls apart, but under his guidance, I use it anyway, and try to regulate the temperature. Only after a short period, he announces that the pizzas or whatever are ready, and I think that is impossible, because it normally takes a lot longer, I don't trust him, open the oven and feel, and it is hot inside, more than I expected, so I understand. You can only switch on or off this stove, nothing in between. I tell him, but he does not answer.
He's going to eat some leftover, which is fastfood of the day before, at first it looked like a bit, but now it's ready, it contains four portions, I don't know that makes me happy, this is not quality. He seems happy and goes to the living room, I cannot but follow, we eat, and at the same time he is preparing to watch television, we'll watch a film, that he brought, I am already afraid of what that will be, but let him.
His friend comes over too, and stays in my house like he lives here, am not happy about that, but what can I do.
They both work on the projector, he has a television and puts it in the right place, there is a comfortable black leather sofa, behind that is more room still, we face the front door, and in between is a small table with the tv on top. He will use the projector nonetheless, I am thinking, with all these white walls and plenty of room, a projector will come in handy. I am thinking that when they're out of my life, I will project films on the side wall, that will have the best effect.
He will connect the projector to the tv and has to move it around for that.
I can't remember what film we saw, but it was dull.
In the end Mefa is also here, sits on another couch and we talk. I also can't remember what we ate, but maybe it was pasta, or crisps.
2. Cold Car Coat
We're in the city, maybe London, at night, going somewhere, just finished something and going somewhere else. Outside on the streets. There is a small square where different roads converge, we come from the left and go to the right, and behind us on the left side is another small street. Brick houses, and in front on the left a long brick wall.
We are a group of about five people. I see a weird creature, it passes us and goes the way we came and I keep looking at it, because it looks strangely familiar. It looks most like an austrich, it walks on two long leg, and on top is a pompon, one big pink fuzz ball in fact, its head is somewhere in all that fuzz, the legs are white grey. I see another of those creatures running the other way, which is behind us, more toward the centre of the city. I've seen these beings before, they're half animal and half human. They are a head taller than humans, look prehistoric. I think I say that much to someone.
Maybe that someone is a stranger, on the square with us is someone with a hat, but he is dressed so that he looks like those creatures, I don't know what they're called. But this person is completely human, maybe he is an overseer. I talk a little to him, though maybe that is dangerous, the rest of the group is ahead. I ask him why he looks like those creatures, and so on. He goes his own way after a while. I was happy these creatures did not care about us or maybe they did not see us when the ran past, because that might have caused problems.
Next I am with the others in a room which is outside and inside at the same time. It is cold outside. My family is here, brother D very clearly, and his wife, parents too, especially my mom, and I suppose N is also here.
There might be something about learning Japanese, or Chinese, or both.
Can't very well remember all that happened there.
This is a big room, I am in the left back corner, which is a little higher, like a small dais. The front reminds me of a church building, inside.
Our car is here and we regularly go in it, because it is too cold, that is why this roofed and walled place also seems outside. This is next to the church and this is a parking lot, dark, and a lot of other cars are parked here, it is full. Stuff happens I can't remember. Then at some point there is a small car that drives up and parks itself on top of the control bridge of this thing. Mother cries out, because you are not allowed to stand there, but she does, the driver is a woman, I recognize her from the shop. But I say, there is room there to park so she is in her right, what else can she do, she is being creative.
Then in our own car, which is a complex situation, I go in there and close the windows, this will keep the wind and the cold out. I have to step to get inside, and the whole back wall is windowed, the place is small and cramped, and I don't understand why nobody else closed the windows before. Place does not really look like a car. Four windows, the left one is in a different angle, that is possibly where the kitchen is. Our winter coats hang outside of the car somewhere.
At some point in this dream I wear a certain t-shirt, this is important, since D wears the same, and it reminds us of something we did in the past, dark t-shirt, possibly I'm not wearing pants. He wears it first, I follow.
Then there is a whole piece about a girl, there are other people here too, it looks like Christmas, and we talk about the past, saying that it would be good to see everyone again, been so long ago, maybe referring to Jeka. Can't remember the details, but it ends in my curiosity about one girl in particular, young, brown hair, someone called Liesbeth, I can see her whole name in the dream, but don't remember now, maybe last name starts with Van, but not sure. Name is very familiar, her friends are all here, she is the only one missing now. But she can't be here.
It turns out that she sent a friend request to me, I see that and want to add her, this happens a few times in a row. At last I turn toward the screen and see her, she is a young beautiful woman, sharp nose and facial features, light brown hair, long, she looks a bit different than I remember. On the screen is the postcard she sent, it is meant for everyone present, it says that she is present, it comes like a surprise, and at the same time not at all. I have to look up, because this is projected up, like in the front of the church building.
I'm a bit put off by the message, because I fancied her. I keep looking at the picture, she sent several, all of the same occasion, maybe Christmas, and that means I might have been there, and I look, but I don't see myself on the pictures.
3. Short Stories
Listening to the radio or maybe in real life, there was Herman Brusselmans, who announced that the competition with the 55 words was over and he had now to read all of these little texts, he was interviewed by someone. Saskia De Coster must also have been present. I am thinking, good that I've already sent in my piece, if it is finished now.
4. Tetragrammaton in Yellow and Black
Dream maybe part of dream 2 or before that.
I am asked to make a drawing, I have it already in my mind, but when I commit it to paper, something entirely different comes out. I don't remember what I should have drawn, but it was something very complex, but what comes out is the name of god in Hebrew, the tetragrammaton written from top to bottom. I start slowly and see if it works out, with the letter Yod, but by the first stroke I already see that it is different than what I originally set out to do and what it will turn into, so I happily continue caligraphing the tetragrammaton. The background is yellow, which I also must have painted, and the letters are in black, chinese ink.
Some of the letters I practice on separate leaves of paper, they are very big, and especially the Waw is rather different than should be, failed this one, does not look good. In my mind I'm thinking of Rigr, but don't know if she is in the room. There are certainly people in the room, because they watch me and wonder what I'm doing with the drawing.
I like doing this and finish the painting, I show it to everyone.
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Late at night, I arrive at a certain place in the city, the house where I go is in a very narrow street, I can't pass through, because three cars are parked right in the middle of it, there is no other way for the cars to park. The last car is the one that arrived last and is parked the worst, it is empty and the doors are opened, because the person, possibly a woman, left the car and went inside, in a house on the right, I have not seen this, but I know this in the dream, she lives there, and she will come back after she finished lunch to park properly, by that time the other two cars will have moved. I understand the way she thinks, but it creates a rather difficult situation. When the problem ahead of her is solved and the cars are gone, all that is left is her car, which stays where it is, because she is not there, she can't move at once, people will have to wait.
I continue. I get home, enter, this is my apartment, but a little different, it is big, and I am unfamiliar with it, ground floor, first after the entry I come in a small entrance hall, and on the left is the door to the kitchen, where I go first, on the right is the living room, which is exceptionally big.
For some reason my downstairs neighbour Rago is in the house, I don't know what to think of that, I am thinking that maybe he has a right and a reason to be here, because it is his house, too, although he's got his own place of course, and I am also thinking that he has done this many times before, maybe everytime I was not here, so it seems like I'm new here, and am faced with someone who has taken advantage of that, has been living here longer than me and is not ready to move to his own place.
In the kitchen I want to make food, but I feel uncertain. Rafo comes and helps me, that is, he takes control and tells me what to do, he wants everything to go his way. He shows me what I should eat and that he will eat this or that. He says: heat this, and then he shows me the oven to heat it. I am happy to have an over, and I tell him, because it has been a long time since I had an over and I look forward cooking food in one, but this one is old and rickety, and I fear that I won't be able to cook anything decent in that machine. The thing is red. It almost falls apart, but under his guidance, I use it anyway, and try to regulate the temperature. Only after a short period, he announces that the pizzas or whatever are ready, and I think that is impossible, because it normally takes a lot longer, I don't trust him, open the oven and feel, and it is hot inside, more than I expected, so I understand. You can only switch on or off this stove, nothing in between. I tell him, but he does not answer.
He's going to eat some leftover, which is fastfood of the day before, at first it looked like a bit, but now it's ready, it contains four portions, I don't know that makes me happy, this is not quality. He seems happy and goes to the living room, I cannot but follow, we eat, and at the same time he is preparing to watch television, we'll watch a film, that he brought, I am already afraid of what that will be, but let him.
His friend comes over too, and stays in my house like he lives here, am not happy about that, but what can I do.
They both work on the projector, he has a television and puts it in the right place, there is a comfortable black leather sofa, behind that is more room still, we face the front door, and in between is a small table with the tv on top. He will use the projector nonetheless, I am thinking, with all these white walls and plenty of room, a projector will come in handy. I am thinking that when they're out of my life, I will project films on the side wall, that will have the best effect.
He will connect the projector to the tv and has to move it around for that.
I can't remember what film we saw, but it was dull.
In the end Mefa is also here, sits on another couch and we talk. I also can't remember what we ate, but maybe it was pasta, or crisps.
2. Cold Car Coat
We're in the city, maybe London, at night, going somewhere, just finished something and going somewhere else. Outside on the streets. There is a small square where different roads converge, we come from the left and go to the right, and behind us on the left side is another small street. Brick houses, and in front on the left a long brick wall.
We are a group of about five people. I see a weird creature, it passes us and goes the way we came and I keep looking at it, because it looks strangely familiar. It looks most like an austrich, it walks on two long leg, and on top is a pompon, one big pink fuzz ball in fact, its head is somewhere in all that fuzz, the legs are white grey. I see another of those creatures running the other way, which is behind us, more toward the centre of the city. I've seen these beings before, they're half animal and half human. They are a head taller than humans, look prehistoric. I think I say that much to someone.
Maybe that someone is a stranger, on the square with us is someone with a hat, but he is dressed so that he looks like those creatures, I don't know what they're called. But this person is completely human, maybe he is an overseer. I talk a little to him, though maybe that is dangerous, the rest of the group is ahead. I ask him why he looks like those creatures, and so on. He goes his own way after a while. I was happy these creatures did not care about us or maybe they did not see us when the ran past, because that might have caused problems.
Next I am with the others in a room which is outside and inside at the same time. It is cold outside. My family is here, brother D very clearly, and his wife, parents too, especially my mom, and I suppose N is also here.
There might be something about learning Japanese, or Chinese, or both.
Can't very well remember all that happened there.
This is a big room, I am in the left back corner, which is a little higher, like a small dais. The front reminds me of a church building, inside.
Our car is here and we regularly go in it, because it is too cold, that is why this roofed and walled place also seems outside. This is next to the church and this is a parking lot, dark, and a lot of other cars are parked here, it is full. Stuff happens I can't remember. Then at some point there is a small car that drives up and parks itself on top of the control bridge of this thing. Mother cries out, because you are not allowed to stand there, but she does, the driver is a woman, I recognize her from the shop. But I say, there is room there to park so she is in her right, what else can she do, she is being creative.
Then in our own car, which is a complex situation, I go in there and close the windows, this will keep the wind and the cold out. I have to step to get inside, and the whole back wall is windowed, the place is small and cramped, and I don't understand why nobody else closed the windows before. Place does not really look like a car. Four windows, the left one is in a different angle, that is possibly where the kitchen is. Our winter coats hang outside of the car somewhere.
At some point in this dream I wear a certain t-shirt, this is important, since D wears the same, and it reminds us of something we did in the past, dark t-shirt, possibly I'm not wearing pants. He wears it first, I follow.
Then there is a whole piece about a girl, there are other people here too, it looks like Christmas, and we talk about the past, saying that it would be good to see everyone again, been so long ago, maybe referring to Jeka. Can't remember the details, but it ends in my curiosity about one girl in particular, young, brown hair, someone called Liesbeth, I can see her whole name in the dream, but don't remember now, maybe last name starts with Van, but not sure. Name is very familiar, her friends are all here, she is the only one missing now. But she can't be here.
It turns out that she sent a friend request to me, I see that and want to add her, this happens a few times in a row. At last I turn toward the screen and see her, she is a young beautiful woman, sharp nose and facial features, light brown hair, long, she looks a bit different than I remember. On the screen is the postcard she sent, it is meant for everyone present, it says that she is present, it comes like a surprise, and at the same time not at all. I have to look up, because this is projected up, like in the front of the church building.
I'm a bit put off by the message, because I fancied her. I keep looking at the picture, she sent several, all of the same occasion, maybe Christmas, and that means I might have been there, and I look, but I don't see myself on the pictures.
3. Short Stories
Listening to the radio or maybe in real life, there was Herman Brusselmans, who announced that the competition with the 55 words was over and he had now to read all of these little texts, he was interviewed by someone. Saskia De Coster must also have been present. I am thinking, good that I've already sent in my piece, if it is finished now.
4. Tetragrammaton in Yellow and Black
Dream maybe part of dream 2 or before that.
I am asked to make a drawing, I have it already in my mind, but when I commit it to paper, something entirely different comes out. I don't remember what I should have drawn, but it was something very complex, but what comes out is the name of god in Hebrew, the tetragrammaton written from top to bottom. I start slowly and see if it works out, with the letter Yod, but by the first stroke I already see that it is different than what I originally set out to do and what it will turn into, so I happily continue caligraphing the tetragrammaton. The background is yellow, which I also must have painted, and the letters are in black, chinese ink.
Some of the letters I practice on separate leaves of paper, they are very big, and especially the Waw is rather different than should be, failed this one, does not look good. In my mind I'm thinking of Rigr, but don't know if she is in the room. There are certainly people in the room, because they watch me and wonder what I'm doing with the drawing.
I like doing this and finish the painting, I show it to everyone.
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