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.

(52 minutes of writing)