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.