1. Big White Bed
Light, outside, but fenced off, high walls, private, sunshine, others are here. I walk to and fro the one lane that is here. This place is nothing but one broad lane, and on one end is a room or house or an inside, though sometimes the whole thing seems to be inside, or covered, or roofed. And I am very nervous. There is a big bed. This is in the middle of the lane, I want to try it. There are different rooms, this is in the house. Each room has a different something (can't read).
On a computer screen you can see the plan of this thing.
Shaving?
Brothers and I are here, no parents. We are talking about shaolin, and Erel. This was a long dream and the main dream, but I felt my fatigue at the same time, though lucid.
2. Castle Weekend Rooms
Parents happened to have come along. I am arriving, with brothers, D&S, N, in the castle, very picturesque, more like a large, complex cottage in the country side, where we will have the weekend. I enter the room on my left, sunlight shines through the windows. All kinds of furniture, bar, seats, at the left end, entrance on the right, patio before that where you have access to the other rooms, I suppose this one is my room, quite big. Last thing I remember is that when I leave the room again, the others have followed in after me, I see three courgettes not lying down but standing up, on the middle table, which is high and attached to the wall, also a round table. All kinds of things.
But the room of D and N has one bed, and they have to sleep next to each other, white sheets. I try the bed. It is long and small.
3. Taiji Mistake
Doing taiji with a few people, dressed in white, hall, wood, day, I make a mistake in the form, last section of long form, low kick and low punch.
Wednesday, 31 July 2013
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Midnight Sunrise
1. Sun Rise
Bale and I are a long time underway on our cycles and going to Herent. We cycle through the fields and there is a feeling of expanse, vastness, calmness, stillness of time. Half dark. Quality type of dream.
Meanwhile it is late, she is already back, I still have to go a long way and continue. Every day the way is longer, there is more and more distance to be covered, this increases day after day.
We are maybe at the T-crossing in the fields, and although it is late there is still light of day, because the sun lingers at the horizon, in the north, and there is an eternal dusk or twilight zone, but more to the side of light, colours of red and orange are very present and they colour the whole atmosphere. I enjoy the freedom that I feel in these fields, being alone, except for Bale, with the sun in the night sky, deep in the night.
I will not take the trouble to go to bed or sleep, because the next morning will soon begin and that means I will have to start again and continue with what it is I'm doing, cycling. So I stand still and enjoy, and the night is very short. A few moments later I see the sun rise again, very vertical, from the north, right up to the zenith, yellow, small disc. I see the rising of the sun.
I decide to stay here. Also, there is something like the idea to visit Elbr, as if she expects me or would expect me, as if this is some special time at which these things can happen.
The dream changes somewhat and I am inside a building, public study centre of some kind and other people are gathered here, and friends of old times are here, like Clsm. And in one of the middle rooms there is on one side a table with three computers. I sit myself at the middle or left one and look up things. I think the thing I want to look up is where Elbr lives and what kind of thing she is doing now in her life and whether I can contact her.
There were parts of the dream in the garden around this house or building too. Place reminded me of the group mind of Jeka. And so it happens that I find Neve, I see her last name very clearly and I had not expected to encounter her. And I look at what she does, and she is a web designer. In fact, I find her by coincidence, because I visited different sites and then one site was the page of Luc De Vos, the singer, and it said, the web designer was Neve. I looked some more. Don't remember what happened in that scene, more than I wrote here.
The next day, we eat polenta, Bale has made some, possibly because I told her about it, and there are many different dishes made with it. One of them has polenta as basis for bread and in between is minced meat, and this is oven baked, and is served in big oven dishes, and it looks delicious and juicy, but I don't know if this is for me, so I leave the good parts and have only those parts that have little meat. This is in fact because I am already very hungry, but it is not served yet, too early, which means that I am in the kitchen waiting and watching. Bale is cooking. I see how she very meticulously dresses thin but large slices of gammon or smoked ham in a metal oven dish. She will put this in the oven with olive oil, I presume, and it will become crusty. She makes a lot of those, folded sheets of gammon, looks delicious and I can't wait. And she is halfway with that. Everything looks very good. But because the difference in her and mine timing, we are somewhat out of sync.
2. Choosing a Partner
Late dream. In a room with others, Fras is on my left, table somewhere in the middle, small room, no borders, light, open feel, yet very private, maybe Phpa on the right, and maybe two other people I can't remember, maybe one was Kvgu.
They are discussing things and I listen. They are talking about me. Fras takes the initiative and says to the group, or poses the question to the group: who shall we link V with? With whom can he have sex? That is her question, she wants to arrange for me to have sex with someone. And there is some discussion of the possible partners, but I am dispassionate about it and don't mix in the discussion. And she continues it can't be here because she has this or that condition. And she also says: it can't be him (or her), because he too has a condition or disease. I can't remember who this was, but the bottom line is clear, it has to be pure. And special people like herself are the only ones worth of mentioning.
Bale and I are a long time underway on our cycles and going to Herent. We cycle through the fields and there is a feeling of expanse, vastness, calmness, stillness of time. Half dark. Quality type of dream.
Meanwhile it is late, she is already back, I still have to go a long way and continue. Every day the way is longer, there is more and more distance to be covered, this increases day after day.
We are maybe at the T-crossing in the fields, and although it is late there is still light of day, because the sun lingers at the horizon, in the north, and there is an eternal dusk or twilight zone, but more to the side of light, colours of red and orange are very present and they colour the whole atmosphere. I enjoy the freedom that I feel in these fields, being alone, except for Bale, with the sun in the night sky, deep in the night.
I will not take the trouble to go to bed or sleep, because the next morning will soon begin and that means I will have to start again and continue with what it is I'm doing, cycling. So I stand still and enjoy, and the night is very short. A few moments later I see the sun rise again, very vertical, from the north, right up to the zenith, yellow, small disc. I see the rising of the sun.
I decide to stay here. Also, there is something like the idea to visit Elbr, as if she expects me or would expect me, as if this is some special time at which these things can happen.
The dream changes somewhat and I am inside a building, public study centre of some kind and other people are gathered here, and friends of old times are here, like Clsm. And in one of the middle rooms there is on one side a table with three computers. I sit myself at the middle or left one and look up things. I think the thing I want to look up is where Elbr lives and what kind of thing she is doing now in her life and whether I can contact her.
There were parts of the dream in the garden around this house or building too. Place reminded me of the group mind of Jeka. And so it happens that I find Neve, I see her last name very clearly and I had not expected to encounter her. And I look at what she does, and she is a web designer. In fact, I find her by coincidence, because I visited different sites and then one site was the page of Luc De Vos, the singer, and it said, the web designer was Neve. I looked some more. Don't remember what happened in that scene, more than I wrote here.
The next day, we eat polenta, Bale has made some, possibly because I told her about it, and there are many different dishes made with it. One of them has polenta as basis for bread and in between is minced meat, and this is oven baked, and is served in big oven dishes, and it looks delicious and juicy, but I don't know if this is for me, so I leave the good parts and have only those parts that have little meat. This is in fact because I am already very hungry, but it is not served yet, too early, which means that I am in the kitchen waiting and watching. Bale is cooking. I see how she very meticulously dresses thin but large slices of gammon or smoked ham in a metal oven dish. She will put this in the oven with olive oil, I presume, and it will become crusty. She makes a lot of those, folded sheets of gammon, looks delicious and I can't wait. And she is halfway with that. Everything looks very good. But because the difference in her and mine timing, we are somewhat out of sync.
2. Choosing a Partner
Late dream. In a room with others, Fras is on my left, table somewhere in the middle, small room, no borders, light, open feel, yet very private, maybe Phpa on the right, and maybe two other people I can't remember, maybe one was Kvgu.
They are discussing things and I listen. They are talking about me. Fras takes the initiative and says to the group, or poses the question to the group: who shall we link V with? With whom can he have sex? That is her question, she wants to arrange for me to have sex with someone. And there is some discussion of the possible partners, but I am dispassionate about it and don't mix in the discussion. And she continues it can't be here because she has this or that condition. And she also says: it can't be him (or her), because he too has a condition or disease. I can't remember who this was, but the bottom line is clear, it has to be pure. And special people like herself are the only ones worth of mentioning.
Monday, 29 July 2013
Climbing Metal Rungs
1. Oranges with Ice Tea
I am to meet up with B&D in Leuven. At that point it is light. When I arrive, I am at the square at the church in Herent, and it is dark. Both my brothers and my parents are here and we decide to go and get some chips to eat. My brother N is the one who takes initiative, but I am right behind him. There are different places close to each other where they sell this, but we want to go to the place we always go, so we have to be careful and look around until we see this shop. There is still light, but it is late at night.
N goes is. I stay outside, but even outside there is something to do, for the chips shop has some kind of beer garden or outside stalls with wares. And I walk between them. On my left are tables and on top of those are stacked piles of oranges, they are arranged in pyramids and they are already peeled, and they look delicious, I strongly want those. I go closer while the rest of the family stays a little behind, and I touch one of those oranges and take a very small piece and sample it, and it is sweet and juicy, I would like to have more. So I tell the others and my brother that we have to order this. (This is a lucid moment).
Juice is made from the oranges and there is a special drink served in this place that is a mix of iced tea and oranges. So we order this, and we will get a large bottle of it, I am looking forward to drinking this. There will be plenty for everybody, order the same drink for everybody.
Then I also go in the shop, the bar is at the left. Not many people about, just us, because of the late hour, and N is there, and the man behind the bar is already working for us. And N is thinking that things will turn out to be in his advantage, but I can't remember in what sense, maybe the ice tea, or maybe the price. I walk around instead of standing still like the rest of them. But I am already eating and have almost finished a baguette with salad in between, so I'm okay, because I already have food to go on. And I go to the bar, and hang over it to see better, but crumbs fall and they fall on the other side. I hope the shop keeper does not mind, he is in the back to work for us. That is about where the dream ends.
2. Neighbour at the Door
At some point in dream 3, but I don't remember where, I am at my computer, working, in my apartment, and I see a red light shining on my computer screen and moving and I recognize this as a laser. Someone is playing with me, but there is no one in the room. But my first idea of where it comes from is right, so I stand up and go to the door. I have already felt the presence of a person behind the door, my personal front door that is. And someone is pointing this thing through the keyhole. So I take something, maybe paper, and go forward, closer and closer to the door and shut out the light by covering the keyhole.
Then I open the door and I see my downstairs neighbour, which I already expected, and I associate him with a loser, maybe from the book 'diary of a wimpy kid'. When I see him, this is a lucid moment. Does he have questions? I don't know what he wants, I can't remember, where he stands it is dark, in the hall, my place is more light. I let him in.
I don't know how this is related to the following fragment. My neighbour is in my part of the house, possibly the house looks a bit different than the apartment in reality, because it is big and all one floor, a real house, too, and that makes it difficult to separate sections, but he is now definitely in my part. I try not to mind, I think. I also think there were other people in the house, visiting. But he goes to the laundry I did and makes his choice and takes one of my underpants hanging to dry. And he takes one of the better ones, and I think, what should I do? Tolerate or say something about it? But I let him. That is where this dream ends.
+ There is a friend of the neighbour who also enters, and I ask him his name, and maybe he was the fellow who took my underpants.
3. Greasy Rungs
We are in the kitchen of our parents, it is morning and I want to have breakfast. My brothers were up very late yesterday, and it seems that they were having fun cooking. They made chips late at night, and I see many of their attempts still lying about on the table. They are long, like a ruler, but also crispy, on kitchen paper, sometimes one, sometimes three together.
We are going home in group, after a discussion at table, some kind of formal meeting, where I (can't read notes and don't remember).
We arrive and come into a house of someone that is not immediately familiar, but it is possibly the house of D's parents in law. And then, again a meeting, something about classification or qualification.
I have an argument with Digr, this takes a long time because neither of us wants to give in. Near where we are standing is a group of young left wing people doing nothing. They must form part of the discussion, but I can't remember precisely what the fight was about.
So I go away, and at a certain point there is something going on about football. I pass a pub somewhere, I think, on my way home, and it is light, but people also sit outside and shout the score. It is 2-0, advantage Germany. Must be World Cup, or at least European. They play against Russia, and now I see a picture of the players, on a screen, maybe there is a wide television screen. It is the women team of Russia, and I seem to recognize in the middle one of those famous tennis players, maybe Sharapova, wondering what she is doing there, changing sports.
Later, with the same group of before (I don't know the chronology anymore), when we are on our way to home, we come to a place and get stuck, because we are on the wrong side of the wall, the street is on our right, but we cannot get there, we are in some private lane, very small, which ends and stops. There is a woman with us and she suggests we climb over it. We have two choices, either we climb the wall on our right, which is the shortest way, but also the most difficult, or we take the stairs up, in front of us, that is the long way but it will be much easier.
And she shows us, but she can climb both, and after some moments of indecisiveness, we go to the front and climb the metal bars that look like the rungs of a ladder, it is no real stairway. She herself is already on top of the wall, but she waits and watches us.
Someone starts climbing up, and I have a bad feeling about this, because I know I would be able to climb the wall on my right if I set my mind to it and make a little effort, but I am not alone and I comply. So I go second. And immediately I find out why this is not a good idea. All the rungs are greased and it is a mess to get up. But I tell myself, we have chosen this way now, so I better get going and I will not yield to the dirt but firmly go on. So I grab on to the rungs very firmly and climb up quite fast, without hurrying. The metal bars themselves are not perfect either, because some of them are twisted or bent or not well fastened, which means that at some point I grab three bars in my left hand at the same time and pull myself up. (Lucid moment).
I know this is dirty work and fear my clothes will become dirty too, but I cannot think of this now, although it makes me a little angry. By the time we are all the way, we are soiled. I am angry.
When I climb, or afterwards when the others come behind, I also see animals go up and do the same. The scene looks a bit different, because there is more space, and the thing with the metal bars is not in a narrow way, but more like in a sports hall with plenty of space to move, maybe also outside, with light, (sportraam). And I can't remember what animals swing themselves first, but then I see a monkey, and it is very good at it, and I think, yes, this is the kind of thing for a monkey, but I am not a monkey, and then the monkey is joined by a deer, which looks a bit ridiculous, but the deer can do it as good, and both seem to enjoy it.
When we've all assembled again, now in a more spacious place that looks like a square, but it still private terrain, (I am reminded of the cathedral in Antwerp and the triangular square in front), I look at my t-shirt, I have blue jeans, but my t-shirt is a dark green, like the tree hugger t-shirt. There are many big stains and I am not happy about it. I don't think I will be able to wash this out. I am being laughed at because of it, and I show it to the leader, which must be that woman.
I try to say many things in my defense. And we sit at a table maybe outside a pub and have a drink, and I really need one, because my voice is starting to hurt, and I can't speak no more, still I speak up and say what I think, I have two drinks, I can't remember the first, but the second is cola, and both are in front of me on the table, and I drink it to soothe my throat, because it is sore and I am hoarse. The other drink must have been some kind of juice, but it also looked dark, black. That is the end of the dream.
4. Metal Music
People are discussing music in dreams, inside, in a room, all standing, maybe three people, and one of them, a guy, says he only hears metal when he hears music in dreams, and instrumental. And I am like, that is exactly what I tried to explain, you can't record that kind of music when you wake up. But it is no use telling him or giving my opinion, certainly not when now someone else has said it for me.
5. Tea
We are outside at a table, little family gathering, and there is Brdo in front of me, the rest of the family is on my left, because we are on the right edge. Pub is on the left, square or whatever on the right. And Brdo says something and I follow and play along, and she tries to say 'tea', but she only says the T, so I say A afterwards, and together the whole word is formed, and so we play and do this a few times, she says the first part of the word and I say the last part of the word after her. And when the others notice this they begin to laugh because they think it is funny, which it is.
I am to meet up with B&D in Leuven. At that point it is light. When I arrive, I am at the square at the church in Herent, and it is dark. Both my brothers and my parents are here and we decide to go and get some chips to eat. My brother N is the one who takes initiative, but I am right behind him. There are different places close to each other where they sell this, but we want to go to the place we always go, so we have to be careful and look around until we see this shop. There is still light, but it is late at night.
N goes is. I stay outside, but even outside there is something to do, for the chips shop has some kind of beer garden or outside stalls with wares. And I walk between them. On my left are tables and on top of those are stacked piles of oranges, they are arranged in pyramids and they are already peeled, and they look delicious, I strongly want those. I go closer while the rest of the family stays a little behind, and I touch one of those oranges and take a very small piece and sample it, and it is sweet and juicy, I would like to have more. So I tell the others and my brother that we have to order this. (This is a lucid moment).
Juice is made from the oranges and there is a special drink served in this place that is a mix of iced tea and oranges. So we order this, and we will get a large bottle of it, I am looking forward to drinking this. There will be plenty for everybody, order the same drink for everybody.
Then I also go in the shop, the bar is at the left. Not many people about, just us, because of the late hour, and N is there, and the man behind the bar is already working for us. And N is thinking that things will turn out to be in his advantage, but I can't remember in what sense, maybe the ice tea, or maybe the price. I walk around instead of standing still like the rest of them. But I am already eating and have almost finished a baguette with salad in between, so I'm okay, because I already have food to go on. And I go to the bar, and hang over it to see better, but crumbs fall and they fall on the other side. I hope the shop keeper does not mind, he is in the back to work for us. That is about where the dream ends.
2. Neighbour at the Door
At some point in dream 3, but I don't remember where, I am at my computer, working, in my apartment, and I see a red light shining on my computer screen and moving and I recognize this as a laser. Someone is playing with me, but there is no one in the room. But my first idea of where it comes from is right, so I stand up and go to the door. I have already felt the presence of a person behind the door, my personal front door that is. And someone is pointing this thing through the keyhole. So I take something, maybe paper, and go forward, closer and closer to the door and shut out the light by covering the keyhole.
Then I open the door and I see my downstairs neighbour, which I already expected, and I associate him with a loser, maybe from the book 'diary of a wimpy kid'. When I see him, this is a lucid moment. Does he have questions? I don't know what he wants, I can't remember, where he stands it is dark, in the hall, my place is more light. I let him in.
I don't know how this is related to the following fragment. My neighbour is in my part of the house, possibly the house looks a bit different than the apartment in reality, because it is big and all one floor, a real house, too, and that makes it difficult to separate sections, but he is now definitely in my part. I try not to mind, I think. I also think there were other people in the house, visiting. But he goes to the laundry I did and makes his choice and takes one of my underpants hanging to dry. And he takes one of the better ones, and I think, what should I do? Tolerate or say something about it? But I let him. That is where this dream ends.
+ There is a friend of the neighbour who also enters, and I ask him his name, and maybe he was the fellow who took my underpants.
3. Greasy Rungs
We are in the kitchen of our parents, it is morning and I want to have breakfast. My brothers were up very late yesterday, and it seems that they were having fun cooking. They made chips late at night, and I see many of their attempts still lying about on the table. They are long, like a ruler, but also crispy, on kitchen paper, sometimes one, sometimes three together.
We are going home in group, after a discussion at table, some kind of formal meeting, where I (can't read notes and don't remember).
We arrive and come into a house of someone that is not immediately familiar, but it is possibly the house of D's parents in law. And then, again a meeting, something about classification or qualification.
I have an argument with Digr, this takes a long time because neither of us wants to give in. Near where we are standing is a group of young left wing people doing nothing. They must form part of the discussion, but I can't remember precisely what the fight was about.
So I go away, and at a certain point there is something going on about football. I pass a pub somewhere, I think, on my way home, and it is light, but people also sit outside and shout the score. It is 2-0, advantage Germany. Must be World Cup, or at least European. They play against Russia, and now I see a picture of the players, on a screen, maybe there is a wide television screen. It is the women team of Russia, and I seem to recognize in the middle one of those famous tennis players, maybe Sharapova, wondering what she is doing there, changing sports.
Later, with the same group of before (I don't know the chronology anymore), when we are on our way to home, we come to a place and get stuck, because we are on the wrong side of the wall, the street is on our right, but we cannot get there, we are in some private lane, very small, which ends and stops. There is a woman with us and she suggests we climb over it. We have two choices, either we climb the wall on our right, which is the shortest way, but also the most difficult, or we take the stairs up, in front of us, that is the long way but it will be much easier.
And she shows us, but she can climb both, and after some moments of indecisiveness, we go to the front and climb the metal bars that look like the rungs of a ladder, it is no real stairway. She herself is already on top of the wall, but she waits and watches us.
Someone starts climbing up, and I have a bad feeling about this, because I know I would be able to climb the wall on my right if I set my mind to it and make a little effort, but I am not alone and I comply. So I go second. And immediately I find out why this is not a good idea. All the rungs are greased and it is a mess to get up. But I tell myself, we have chosen this way now, so I better get going and I will not yield to the dirt but firmly go on. So I grab on to the rungs very firmly and climb up quite fast, without hurrying. The metal bars themselves are not perfect either, because some of them are twisted or bent or not well fastened, which means that at some point I grab three bars in my left hand at the same time and pull myself up. (Lucid moment).
I know this is dirty work and fear my clothes will become dirty too, but I cannot think of this now, although it makes me a little angry. By the time we are all the way, we are soiled. I am angry.
When I climb, or afterwards when the others come behind, I also see animals go up and do the same. The scene looks a bit different, because there is more space, and the thing with the metal bars is not in a narrow way, but more like in a sports hall with plenty of space to move, maybe also outside, with light, (sportraam). And I can't remember what animals swing themselves first, but then I see a monkey, and it is very good at it, and I think, yes, this is the kind of thing for a monkey, but I am not a monkey, and then the monkey is joined by a deer, which looks a bit ridiculous, but the deer can do it as good, and both seem to enjoy it.
When we've all assembled again, now in a more spacious place that looks like a square, but it still private terrain, (I am reminded of the cathedral in Antwerp and the triangular square in front), I look at my t-shirt, I have blue jeans, but my t-shirt is a dark green, like the tree hugger t-shirt. There are many big stains and I am not happy about it. I don't think I will be able to wash this out. I am being laughed at because of it, and I show it to the leader, which must be that woman.
I try to say many things in my defense. And we sit at a table maybe outside a pub and have a drink, and I really need one, because my voice is starting to hurt, and I can't speak no more, still I speak up and say what I think, I have two drinks, I can't remember the first, but the second is cola, and both are in front of me on the table, and I drink it to soothe my throat, because it is sore and I am hoarse. The other drink must have been some kind of juice, but it also looked dark, black. That is the end of the dream.
4. Metal Music
People are discussing music in dreams, inside, in a room, all standing, maybe three people, and one of them, a guy, says he only hears metal when he hears music in dreams, and instrumental. And I am like, that is exactly what I tried to explain, you can't record that kind of music when you wake up. But it is no use telling him or giving my opinion, certainly not when now someone else has said it for me.
5. Tea
We are outside at a table, little family gathering, and there is Brdo in front of me, the rest of the family is on my left, because we are on the right edge. Pub is on the left, square or whatever on the right. And Brdo says something and I follow and play along, and she tries to say 'tea', but she only says the T, so I say A afterwards, and together the whole word is formed, and so we play and do this a few times, she says the first part of the word and I say the last part of the word after her. And when the others notice this they begin to laugh because they think it is funny, which it is.
Sunday, 28 July 2013
DE MON
1. The Sand and the Sea
Science Fiction dream. Dark. There is a beach. Something about the sand. A philosophical dialogue happened about being a grain of sand, how many grains are there, and how many different ones, something like that. When the water would flood the land, we would have to stop the conversation because we could no longer speak from experience, so I feared that because it could happen any moment. This was on a distant planet.
2. How to Summon Demons
Esoteric meeting. We are on a weekend workshop.
I don't remember where the dream starts, but it gets interesting when one person shows a book and asks us what it is about. At that point, we all sit on the floor in the middle of the building, ground floor, halfway the corridor, behind us on the right is the cafe, in-built. Maybe a garden on the right, in front, but we don't go there nor see it. Behind us are more rooms, and the corridor goes a long way in front of us which is all room for holding conferences. I have the feeling all the time that we are sitting in the middle of the hallway. Other people are around.
Where we sit is a small corner. So behind the speaker, who is standing, and in front of me, is a length of wall. He holds up a book and asks if anybody knows it. He shows the front cover in particular. In clear letters you can read DE MONS. People start to say it is "about mountains", and I am thinking: it says "demons", but I think that is my imagination, because why would he talk about that topic. And Elbe is behind me and cannot agree that it is about mountains, and I am with her and she speaks what I think, that the title should be De Montis, and that there must be some mistake. I'm also considering the place called Mons, which also means 'mountains'.
So in the end nobody can guess what the book is about, but then the man in front reveals it is about demons, and I think that it is very obvious. Then the man comes in the middle of the group and sits down on the floor with us. There is carpet, and wooden floor beneath.
At some point he starts a ritual, he is now in a different quarter then before. Let's say at first he was in the North (or maybe East), then now he is in the West (North then). And he is now immediately on my left and I sit right next to him. He starts to do a ritual and it is obvious that he has done this rite many times before. And he has all his stuff with him and it lies there in front of him, on a small animal skin if I perceive it right, and he has a large ceramic bowl in front of him, and between that and him is all the rest for preparation, but I haven't paid enough attention to what lies there. What catches my eye is his knife, it is really sharp and quite large, not like the one I have, and the blade is broad. And first he adds some herbs, like mugwort maybe, in the bowl and then he takes his knife in his right hand and opens his left hand. It is obvious he will draw blood and that this is a sacrificial rite or dedication, although I cannot remember the purpose, so I'm supposing he is invoking demons or spirits. And now I do pay attention because he is about to cut his finger to draw blood and I want to see how he does that, because it must be very painful, and I want to know what part of his finger he will cut, so that I know where to cut myself if ever I need to. And the blade of his knife moves this way and that, as if he cannot decide or is searching the right spot. Maybe he even touches the down part of his leg with his blade, where I usually draw blood. And eventually he stops at his finger, I think his middle finger, and this is of the left hand and on the inside (yin, soft) (or maybe the ring finger, I can't remember precisely, one of those it was), middle section. No blood appears and then it becomes clear what he is doing. The knife is so sharp that he can cut the skin without drawing blood and he sacrifices a slice or peel of skin in the bowl, drops it on top of the herbs that are in it. The purpose of the rite was to do magic, but that is rather vague. And when he offers this he speaks to the demons.
And then he asks us which one he should call, of the demons or spirits. I can't remember what happened then, but I don't think anyone could think of a demon that he or she wanted to invoke, because they all thought it was dangerous.
Later the assembly falls apart into different workshops, most of which are held in the long end of corridor in front of me of before. I walk around, because I am on my own, and somewhere in the middle, there is a young man and I observe him a while. There are some people gathered about him and he has brown hair, and a beard, but not long, and he is in the middle of an explanation, but at the same time he does what he says, so he moves about a lot and says, sings or chants mantras. There is much light, and it feels like this is outside, and maybe there is no roof at all, but behind him is a wall, yellow beige, so it is like we are in the middle of a Middle Eastern city. He is Western but he presents a teaching that is Sufi, it seems.
I think he only wants to be in the spot lights. That is my opinion, the others think he is sincere. He jumps left and right and rolls over and stuff like that.
I walk the length of this path or corridor or street up and down to find my place but there is not one where I can stay. And maybe I am actually looking for someone.
Later it is dinner time and people make ready to eat. Most are still busy, but since I'm doing nothing I am first with my plate and walk about and go to the tables, this is still in the same place, which was the corridor first, but now it is a broad lane, outside, like a parking lot that is reserved for eating. Tables are arranged in such a way that they form one large table. Now it is really outside, and at the end of the lane are even trees. But on the left is still the same wall.
Because I'm first I sit myself at the very first seat there is, which is the beginning of the table, I feel most comfortable here. Then a girl comes and sits next to me. She's been my mate throughout the day, although we are both quite independent and don't make choices for the other. But now it is different, because I finally see my chance to have some time alone with her, and that is exactly what I want, or need. And a third person I can't remember sits with us, but at the same time the others come and they all go to the other end of the table, which is so far away that it is almost a different place, and I feel like I am asocial when I stay here and I still walk about with my plate because I can't decide anymore where to sit, and this is a conflict in my mind. And in fact, the first plate I had was food I made myself, and was still hot, and it had potatoes in a self made curry sauce, with turmeric and so on, and coconut milk, very nice. But when I come to the main group with this the first time, then I enter this room, which is half dark and people there are still busy or ignoring me and I don't know what to do, already eat, go somewhere else, or what? So I leave my dish there and go back and that is when I take the regular food and sit at the end of the table and the girl is there too. And I can't decide where to sit. In the end when everyone has taken seats, I decide to stay with the girl. Her wheel chair is there but she is gone somewhere on her own in the meanwhile. She is quite an independent woman. I think the others will think it is strange I don't sit with them or think that I have the hots for this girl, which is true, but I fear they think I will do dirty things with her, but I don't know what to think myself or what to expect.
When I took my second dish from somewhere and walked with that in my indecisiveness from one end of the table to the other, I had roasted herbs, and among them were two stems of ginger, and they were roasted too, which I did not know you could do, but I taste it and take a bite from one of those stems, and it tastes really good. I am actually surprised that I can eat a lot of fresh ginger at once. I chew and chew, a long time, even when I get to my place I still have this in my mouth. I get this dish from someone, and the place I get it really looks like an oriental or near eastern city, suuq.
So this girl is still busy when I decide to stay with her, and she comes very late, and we are never close, which I think is a pity, because that is exactly what I want.
The dream continues, back inside, at the other end, there is a corner there, a shop, and someone is preparing something there and I happen to be there, and he is young and is hanging posters of a manga or anime series on the wall, and I recognize scenes from Berserk. And the two guys doing this, one is the owner of the place, the other is the young man whose hobby this is, this young man tells me it is a new series of manga, but I can't recall the name, next to Berserk there were two other titles he mentioned, and I knew one of them, but the other was the new one, but I can't remember.
[Night.]
3. Dutch Camping
At the end of a dream there are two Dutch men and the one says: "ik ga kamperen, om in een huis te wonen, bij kabouters." I can't remember what it referred to, they were visiting, Belgium, and maybe wanted to sleep in the garden, had there tents with them. English: I am going to camp, to live in a house, with leprechauns.
Something about a table and football. Maybe we sit at the table and discuss football. This is in the shop. And at first we are only two, then later we are four or five people, all men. They come in the shop, between the opening hours, although they have no business with the shop, but I let them, because I know them. I know the first two at least, but the others are helping them. They carry boxes and are moving house or something and I told them they can use our shop. Boxes are behind the counter.
In the meanwhile we go about our business. The boss does not know about this, but he is present. These people come to clean up, and I let them do. They come and go through the doors of the shop. I fear at some point Digr will come down and ask questions. But that is okay, I can explain.
(Some more notes, but I can't read them).
4. Eating Mussels
Time to eat, we are out, near the see, family, ordering mussels. I am on my way with my brother D. At some point when I go out the house I bump into aunt L, she has long since separated herself from the family, so I am glad I see her, this is in the house of my parents, kitchen and then veranda. She sees me and recognizes me, lucid moment, see her face. We don't talk. For me it is enough to know that everything is okay with her. Her children must be about somewhere, too.
When we order food, we are still waiting for a person.
5. King of Belgium
Some discussion about the royals. Everyone agrees that King Albert must be glad that he no longer has to guide the forming of a Belgian government.
6. Indonesian Sweet Pastry
At home, parents, parents have visitors, but busy themselves with the cleaning up of their house.
Ande is there, and takes the place of my mom, and maybe aunt L (again). They have been out together.
Preparing dinner. Among which all kinds of weird Indonesian cakes and sandwiches. My brothers are also there. I take a good look and can't believe my eyes. Mos things are both sweet and salt. Many have peanut butter and fruits. I am not inclined to eat from this. But the kitchen table is full of those, all in paper, like when you go get chips. They got this from Indonesia, back from their travels, and made it especially for us, but this is not my style at all.
At some point I remove myself from the kitchen and unzip my pants for something and tuck in my shirt again, and then go back and take care that my pants are zipped again and so on before I am back with the others, but I don't really care, so I'm still busy with that when I rejoin the others.
There was another fragment much earlier in the dream which was outside and we, or I, walked along a stone wall, higher then the rest of the town or place, light, can't remember details.
When I am back in the kitchen I decide I should taste one of those weird sandwiches.
There is also a fragment about two slices of fish (heilbot) that Ande wants to put her blood on, because she owes someone or something or because she wants to banish something or expel a person from her life? Anyway I don't recommend it and she looks very uncertain. This is still in the kitchen.
[Morning.]
Science Fiction dream. Dark. There is a beach. Something about the sand. A philosophical dialogue happened about being a grain of sand, how many grains are there, and how many different ones, something like that. When the water would flood the land, we would have to stop the conversation because we could no longer speak from experience, so I feared that because it could happen any moment. This was on a distant planet.
2. How to Summon Demons
Esoteric meeting. We are on a weekend workshop.
I don't remember where the dream starts, but it gets interesting when one person shows a book and asks us what it is about. At that point, we all sit on the floor in the middle of the building, ground floor, halfway the corridor, behind us on the right is the cafe, in-built. Maybe a garden on the right, in front, but we don't go there nor see it. Behind us are more rooms, and the corridor goes a long way in front of us which is all room for holding conferences. I have the feeling all the time that we are sitting in the middle of the hallway. Other people are around.
Where we sit is a small corner. So behind the speaker, who is standing, and in front of me, is a length of wall. He holds up a book and asks if anybody knows it. He shows the front cover in particular. In clear letters you can read DE MONS. People start to say it is "about mountains", and I am thinking: it says "demons", but I think that is my imagination, because why would he talk about that topic. And Elbe is behind me and cannot agree that it is about mountains, and I am with her and she speaks what I think, that the title should be De Montis, and that there must be some mistake. I'm also considering the place called Mons, which also means 'mountains'.
So in the end nobody can guess what the book is about, but then the man in front reveals it is about demons, and I think that it is very obvious. Then the man comes in the middle of the group and sits down on the floor with us. There is carpet, and wooden floor beneath.
At some point he starts a ritual, he is now in a different quarter then before. Let's say at first he was in the North (or maybe East), then now he is in the West (North then). And he is now immediately on my left and I sit right next to him. He starts to do a ritual and it is obvious that he has done this rite many times before. And he has all his stuff with him and it lies there in front of him, on a small animal skin if I perceive it right, and he has a large ceramic bowl in front of him, and between that and him is all the rest for preparation, but I haven't paid enough attention to what lies there. What catches my eye is his knife, it is really sharp and quite large, not like the one I have, and the blade is broad. And first he adds some herbs, like mugwort maybe, in the bowl and then he takes his knife in his right hand and opens his left hand. It is obvious he will draw blood and that this is a sacrificial rite or dedication, although I cannot remember the purpose, so I'm supposing he is invoking demons or spirits. And now I do pay attention because he is about to cut his finger to draw blood and I want to see how he does that, because it must be very painful, and I want to know what part of his finger he will cut, so that I know where to cut myself if ever I need to. And the blade of his knife moves this way and that, as if he cannot decide or is searching the right spot. Maybe he even touches the down part of his leg with his blade, where I usually draw blood. And eventually he stops at his finger, I think his middle finger, and this is of the left hand and on the inside (yin, soft) (or maybe the ring finger, I can't remember precisely, one of those it was), middle section. No blood appears and then it becomes clear what he is doing. The knife is so sharp that he can cut the skin without drawing blood and he sacrifices a slice or peel of skin in the bowl, drops it on top of the herbs that are in it. The purpose of the rite was to do magic, but that is rather vague. And when he offers this he speaks to the demons.
And then he asks us which one he should call, of the demons or spirits. I can't remember what happened then, but I don't think anyone could think of a demon that he or she wanted to invoke, because they all thought it was dangerous.
Later the assembly falls apart into different workshops, most of which are held in the long end of corridor in front of me of before. I walk around, because I am on my own, and somewhere in the middle, there is a young man and I observe him a while. There are some people gathered about him and he has brown hair, and a beard, but not long, and he is in the middle of an explanation, but at the same time he does what he says, so he moves about a lot and says, sings or chants mantras. There is much light, and it feels like this is outside, and maybe there is no roof at all, but behind him is a wall, yellow beige, so it is like we are in the middle of a Middle Eastern city. He is Western but he presents a teaching that is Sufi, it seems.
I think he only wants to be in the spot lights. That is my opinion, the others think he is sincere. He jumps left and right and rolls over and stuff like that.
I walk the length of this path or corridor or street up and down to find my place but there is not one where I can stay. And maybe I am actually looking for someone.
Later it is dinner time and people make ready to eat. Most are still busy, but since I'm doing nothing I am first with my plate and walk about and go to the tables, this is still in the same place, which was the corridor first, but now it is a broad lane, outside, like a parking lot that is reserved for eating. Tables are arranged in such a way that they form one large table. Now it is really outside, and at the end of the lane are even trees. But on the left is still the same wall.
Because I'm first I sit myself at the very first seat there is, which is the beginning of the table, I feel most comfortable here. Then a girl comes and sits next to me. She's been my mate throughout the day, although we are both quite independent and don't make choices for the other. But now it is different, because I finally see my chance to have some time alone with her, and that is exactly what I want, or need. And a third person I can't remember sits with us, but at the same time the others come and they all go to the other end of the table, which is so far away that it is almost a different place, and I feel like I am asocial when I stay here and I still walk about with my plate because I can't decide anymore where to sit, and this is a conflict in my mind. And in fact, the first plate I had was food I made myself, and was still hot, and it had potatoes in a self made curry sauce, with turmeric and so on, and coconut milk, very nice. But when I come to the main group with this the first time, then I enter this room, which is half dark and people there are still busy or ignoring me and I don't know what to do, already eat, go somewhere else, or what? So I leave my dish there and go back and that is when I take the regular food and sit at the end of the table and the girl is there too. And I can't decide where to sit. In the end when everyone has taken seats, I decide to stay with the girl. Her wheel chair is there but she is gone somewhere on her own in the meanwhile. She is quite an independent woman. I think the others will think it is strange I don't sit with them or think that I have the hots for this girl, which is true, but I fear they think I will do dirty things with her, but I don't know what to think myself or what to expect.
When I took my second dish from somewhere and walked with that in my indecisiveness from one end of the table to the other, I had roasted herbs, and among them were two stems of ginger, and they were roasted too, which I did not know you could do, but I taste it and take a bite from one of those stems, and it tastes really good. I am actually surprised that I can eat a lot of fresh ginger at once. I chew and chew, a long time, even when I get to my place I still have this in my mouth. I get this dish from someone, and the place I get it really looks like an oriental or near eastern city, suuq.
So this girl is still busy when I decide to stay with her, and she comes very late, and we are never close, which I think is a pity, because that is exactly what I want.
The dream continues, back inside, at the other end, there is a corner there, a shop, and someone is preparing something there and I happen to be there, and he is young and is hanging posters of a manga or anime series on the wall, and I recognize scenes from Berserk. And the two guys doing this, one is the owner of the place, the other is the young man whose hobby this is, this young man tells me it is a new series of manga, but I can't recall the name, next to Berserk there were two other titles he mentioned, and I knew one of them, but the other was the new one, but I can't remember.
[Night.]
3. Dutch Camping
At the end of a dream there are two Dutch men and the one says: "ik ga kamperen, om in een huis te wonen, bij kabouters." I can't remember what it referred to, they were visiting, Belgium, and maybe wanted to sleep in the garden, had there tents with them. English: I am going to camp, to live in a house, with leprechauns.
Something about a table and football. Maybe we sit at the table and discuss football. This is in the shop. And at first we are only two, then later we are four or five people, all men. They come in the shop, between the opening hours, although they have no business with the shop, but I let them, because I know them. I know the first two at least, but the others are helping them. They carry boxes and are moving house or something and I told them they can use our shop. Boxes are behind the counter.
In the meanwhile we go about our business. The boss does not know about this, but he is present. These people come to clean up, and I let them do. They come and go through the doors of the shop. I fear at some point Digr will come down and ask questions. But that is okay, I can explain.
(Some more notes, but I can't read them).
4. Eating Mussels
Time to eat, we are out, near the see, family, ordering mussels. I am on my way with my brother D. At some point when I go out the house I bump into aunt L, she has long since separated herself from the family, so I am glad I see her, this is in the house of my parents, kitchen and then veranda. She sees me and recognizes me, lucid moment, see her face. We don't talk. For me it is enough to know that everything is okay with her. Her children must be about somewhere, too.
When we order food, we are still waiting for a person.
5. King of Belgium
Some discussion about the royals. Everyone agrees that King Albert must be glad that he no longer has to guide the forming of a Belgian government.
6. Indonesian Sweet Pastry
At home, parents, parents have visitors, but busy themselves with the cleaning up of their house.
Ande is there, and takes the place of my mom, and maybe aunt L (again). They have been out together.
Preparing dinner. Among which all kinds of weird Indonesian cakes and sandwiches. My brothers are also there. I take a good look and can't believe my eyes. Mos things are both sweet and salt. Many have peanut butter and fruits. I am not inclined to eat from this. But the kitchen table is full of those, all in paper, like when you go get chips. They got this from Indonesia, back from their travels, and made it especially for us, but this is not my style at all.
At some point I remove myself from the kitchen and unzip my pants for something and tuck in my shirt again, and then go back and take care that my pants are zipped again and so on before I am back with the others, but I don't really care, so I'm still busy with that when I rejoin the others.
There was another fragment much earlier in the dream which was outside and we, or I, walked along a stone wall, higher then the rest of the town or place, light, can't remember details.
When I am back in the kitchen I decide I should taste one of those weird sandwiches.
There is also a fragment about two slices of fish (heilbot) that Ande wants to put her blood on, because she owes someone or something or because she wants to banish something or expel a person from her life? Anyway I don't recommend it and she looks very uncertain. This is still in the kitchen.
[Morning.]
Saturday, 27 July 2013
Late Night Taiji Session
1. Park Your Car First
Hoover plein, appointments, Mefa (that's all the notes I have of the first dream, the dream was clear when I wrote this).
People are parking their cars here. I know the way. First I will go somewhere else (on my own) and then I will come back. (Can't remember the details, but the decision to do this was significant).
2. Midnight Taiji in the Front Garden
At home, late, there is a taiji class going on. At the same time home looks very different, like the rooms and corridors of a ship, only not a ship but a building, like a hotel, though it was a place to live. I live here, I have my room here. I am on my own, I choose this because there are many friends of me outside, and I am waiting for the right moment to join in. What's more, I don't want to because it is late, it is almost midnight and I need my sleep. Big house.
Pake is there. When he arrives with his group of students I decide to join him anyway. At that point I was making ready to go to bed, now I decide to join against better judgment. It is midnight now. I did not want to stay up later than the end of the day.
So I go outside. I possibly pass the kitchen first, which is on a different floor, in the middle of the building. Lots of stairs too. Light. Small kitchen. A few people are there, maybe three guys, eating, breakfast.
I go out from the back, and then go to the front, because Pake is giving class in the front yard, this is the house of my parents.
Everyone is already there, but I join anyway, I am not ashamed of this. The training is based on a video, or maybe on more than one, video material, but Pake is in front and watches us.
We do a lot of pushing hands. Stvt (friend of Mefa) is also there. Long break? I join anyway? I do this push hands with this Stvt, and I do it quick every time. And it works, though there is always contraction in the arms.
Pake himself starts teaching again at the same moment I decide to go away, because I should sleep. But now things change again, and I stay. Every time I feel good about it. Something something, and eighty years ago this would not have worked.
There is particularly little place to move and practice.
Later I still go to bed, I go back in this complex ship like building and I can't find my room, roam the corridors. But I am not panicked.
Same dream. Pake, eating. Middle of the night. (And something I can't read, though I wrote it twice).
Hoover plein, appointments, Mefa (that's all the notes I have of the first dream, the dream was clear when I wrote this).
People are parking their cars here. I know the way. First I will go somewhere else (on my own) and then I will come back. (Can't remember the details, but the decision to do this was significant).
2. Midnight Taiji in the Front Garden
At home, late, there is a taiji class going on. At the same time home looks very different, like the rooms and corridors of a ship, only not a ship but a building, like a hotel, though it was a place to live. I live here, I have my room here. I am on my own, I choose this because there are many friends of me outside, and I am waiting for the right moment to join in. What's more, I don't want to because it is late, it is almost midnight and I need my sleep. Big house.
Pake is there. When he arrives with his group of students I decide to join him anyway. At that point I was making ready to go to bed, now I decide to join against better judgment. It is midnight now. I did not want to stay up later than the end of the day.
So I go outside. I possibly pass the kitchen first, which is on a different floor, in the middle of the building. Lots of stairs too. Light. Small kitchen. A few people are there, maybe three guys, eating, breakfast.
I go out from the back, and then go to the front, because Pake is giving class in the front yard, this is the house of my parents.
Everyone is already there, but I join anyway, I am not ashamed of this. The training is based on a video, or maybe on more than one, video material, but Pake is in front and watches us.
We do a lot of pushing hands. Stvt (friend of Mefa) is also there. Long break? I join anyway? I do this push hands with this Stvt, and I do it quick every time. And it works, though there is always contraction in the arms.
Pake himself starts teaching again at the same moment I decide to go away, because I should sleep. But now things change again, and I stay. Every time I feel good about it. Something something, and eighty years ago this would not have worked.
There is particularly little place to move and practice.
Later I still go to bed, I go back in this complex ship like building and I can't find my room, roam the corridors. But I am not panicked.
Same dream. Pake, eating. Middle of the night. (And something I can't read, though I wrote it twice).
Friday, 26 July 2013
Sleeping Outside
1. Book
Something something kitchen. Something something book (?) something. (This dream is possibly connected to dream 5).
2. Geography Lesson
I am alone, half dark, school, geography lesson. Two guys are there. I can't remember anything, except for the for the feeling of being alone which I don't have often in a dream, and later the presence of these two boys, who were connected to each other.
3. Heill
Something about the gender of the Old Norse word heil, heill, heilir.
4. Outside Bed
On holidays, I remember being in the middle of a big square, open, and terraced, in a bed, all for me, sleeping.
And connected with this dream is another fragment in which I lay myself to sleep, and I have booked this place, and I know I can rent the sheets, because I did not want to bring those with me. This bed is also outside, but the place is smaller, more private feel. Mom and dad have taken care of everything, it is not me having to arrange that I will get the towels and sheets, they will do this for me, so I wait. I am happy to relax.
Something about a computer.
Bed in the middle of the street, one stop in between (and something I can't read from notes).
5. Book on Runes and Women
Mother has a book about runes and women. I know it of course, but I had not expected she had one. She has more than one copy, it is flat, square, normal sized, white over with red. The title is long, but the words 'rune' and 'women' are in it. She expects I've never read it because it is for women, of course I have read it. I find the book in the drawer, living room, against the wall, French windows on the left, kitchen on the right. Light.
I'd seen the book earlier in the dream in another place, women talking about it.
6. Red Pineapple
One of the last dreams, maybe hypnagogic. I walk the streets, am hungry, I see stalls, like on a market, this is a town I don't know, steps and stuff, one bit of the pavement is higher than the other. I am with friends, nonetheless I walk alone.
I pass a particular stand, and am interested, but leave it aside. Then later I pass there again, maybe first I went to the people I am with, possibly my parents, and I pass this stall again, now they serve pineapple, to make smoothies, but I am amazed by the many different kinds of pineapple they have, and it all looks good, very juicy and fresh. Many of the kinds are red, colour like blood orange.
First there were other fruits too, later only pineapple. This is the end of the dream.
7. Developing Pictures
There was something else, too. Or maybe a different dream. My father tells me a story about developing photographs. Not for mother (Can't remember what this means).
8. Japanese Girl Kisses
Outside.
There is a square, enclosed, we come from behind right, left side is wall or building, front I never go. Right front corner building. Chilled out place.
Two tables, and I know both groups of people. The first is all the way to the left, next to the wall. In the middle. Then the other is in the centre. I pass that one and go to the one to the wall. But after that I want to greet the others, three people, and I go there, they are Niru and Nela, and an Asian woman stands with them. She is taller than me, looks big, looks pretty too, long hair, young, and radiant. I know her, in the dream.
When I am near enough she immediately walks up to me and overwhelms me with kisses. She can do that because she is allowed to do that now, the last time we saw each other I was still in a relationship. It is a long time ago since I last saw her, more than a handful of years. She keeps kissing me over my face and half hugs me and I receive it all, can't do anything, am overwhelmed, only at the end I give her a kiss as well. That is about where the dream ends.
This was the last dream. Real dream.
Something something kitchen. Something something book (?) something. (This dream is possibly connected to dream 5).
2. Geography Lesson
I am alone, half dark, school, geography lesson. Two guys are there. I can't remember anything, except for the for the feeling of being alone which I don't have often in a dream, and later the presence of these two boys, who were connected to each other.
3. Heill
Something about the gender of the Old Norse word heil, heill, heilir.
4. Outside Bed
On holidays, I remember being in the middle of a big square, open, and terraced, in a bed, all for me, sleeping.
And connected with this dream is another fragment in which I lay myself to sleep, and I have booked this place, and I know I can rent the sheets, because I did not want to bring those with me. This bed is also outside, but the place is smaller, more private feel. Mom and dad have taken care of everything, it is not me having to arrange that I will get the towels and sheets, they will do this for me, so I wait. I am happy to relax.
Something about a computer.
Bed in the middle of the street, one stop in between (and something I can't read from notes).
5. Book on Runes and Women
Mother has a book about runes and women. I know it of course, but I had not expected she had one. She has more than one copy, it is flat, square, normal sized, white over with red. The title is long, but the words 'rune' and 'women' are in it. She expects I've never read it because it is for women, of course I have read it. I find the book in the drawer, living room, against the wall, French windows on the left, kitchen on the right. Light.
I'd seen the book earlier in the dream in another place, women talking about it.
6. Red Pineapple
One of the last dreams, maybe hypnagogic. I walk the streets, am hungry, I see stalls, like on a market, this is a town I don't know, steps and stuff, one bit of the pavement is higher than the other. I am with friends, nonetheless I walk alone.
I pass a particular stand, and am interested, but leave it aside. Then later I pass there again, maybe first I went to the people I am with, possibly my parents, and I pass this stall again, now they serve pineapple, to make smoothies, but I am amazed by the many different kinds of pineapple they have, and it all looks good, very juicy and fresh. Many of the kinds are red, colour like blood orange.
First there were other fruits too, later only pineapple. This is the end of the dream.
7. Developing Pictures
There was something else, too. Or maybe a different dream. My father tells me a story about developing photographs. Not for mother (Can't remember what this means).
8. Japanese Girl Kisses
Outside.
There is a square, enclosed, we come from behind right, left side is wall or building, front I never go. Right front corner building. Chilled out place.
Two tables, and I know both groups of people. The first is all the way to the left, next to the wall. In the middle. Then the other is in the centre. I pass that one and go to the one to the wall. But after that I want to greet the others, three people, and I go there, they are Niru and Nela, and an Asian woman stands with them. She is taller than me, looks big, looks pretty too, long hair, young, and radiant. I know her, in the dream.
When I am near enough she immediately walks up to me and overwhelms me with kisses. She can do that because she is allowed to do that now, the last time we saw each other I was still in a relationship. It is a long time ago since I last saw her, more than a handful of years. She keeps kissing me over my face and half hugs me and I receive it all, can't do anything, am overwhelmed, only at the end I give her a kiss as well. That is about where the dream ends.
This was the last dream. Real dream.
Thursday, 25 July 2013
Snow and Stew
1. Shoveling Snow
Roaming through London. Crossing a street, crossroads, or square. Taking the subway, or bus. Public transport.
I arrive at my own place. D. Pese. Uncle R is there.
D asks me how he gets here the fastest. I explain. There is something way too much. Too much of something, but I take only a small piece and I think there will be a lot left.
Replacing taiji teacher?
2. Takeaway Stew
Something about cleaning up snow, in big blocks, like you would use for building an iglo. Lots of snow lies in front of the entrance of the school.
There is a parking lot, I go inside. (Can't read notes). My dad is here.
Something about sending in poems.
I'm eating stew (stoofvlees), this is the very last part of a dream. Some other food too, that is, what I have first changes into stew, but the chips stays the same, and because I have to wait until the others are served, I eat the chips, a few of them, and they are fried well, I like it, crispy. From plastic plates, like takeaway but we eat in, light, dad on my right. Tomato sauce, this from another dish.
I sit on a chair, made of plastic too, while the others are being served.
3. Imprisoned with a Group
I am imprisoned, but it is voluntarily. There is someone with his friends, three in total. They are a group, and they are preparing for rising against the government or whatever. This they will not have experienced yet.
Something package per package, opening, so practice something. Big, salt.
Roaming through London. Crossing a street, crossroads, or square. Taking the subway, or bus. Public transport.
I arrive at my own place. D. Pese. Uncle R is there.
D asks me how he gets here the fastest. I explain. There is something way too much. Too much of something, but I take only a small piece and I think there will be a lot left.
Replacing taiji teacher?
2. Takeaway Stew
Something about cleaning up snow, in big blocks, like you would use for building an iglo. Lots of snow lies in front of the entrance of the school.
There is a parking lot, I go inside. (Can't read notes). My dad is here.
Something about sending in poems.
I'm eating stew (stoofvlees), this is the very last part of a dream. Some other food too, that is, what I have first changes into stew, but the chips stays the same, and because I have to wait until the others are served, I eat the chips, a few of them, and they are fried well, I like it, crispy. From plastic plates, like takeaway but we eat in, light, dad on my right. Tomato sauce, this from another dish.
I sit on a chair, made of plastic too, while the others are being served.
3. Imprisoned with a Group
I am imprisoned, but it is voluntarily. There is someone with his friends, three in total. They are a group, and they are preparing for rising against the government or whatever. This they will not have experienced yet.
Something package per package, opening, so practice something. Big, salt.
Wednesday, 24 July 2013
Trapped on a Hostile Island
1. Ward
Early dream. Street of parents, at first calm and deep dream, at the beginning of the street, bird perspective. Can't remember anything.
Later at the house of my parents, front garden. Something on the grass. Ground. Playing a game, maybe with the neighbours, H&B. Something about the wedding again. Castle weekend, preparations must be made now, urgent. D.
Another fragment in the same dream sequence in this street, but elsewhere again.
Something ward. This word was important, ward.
2. Haiku
Early dream. Pencil, haiku.
Something taiji.
3. Taiji People Conversation
Crossing a street. Don't know where or what happens (can't remember),and later inside, in a room (?). Something about being at the wrong side (can't read my notes).
Then, at table, Tivd is there, on my left, at some point they talk about Cavg. Lica, Joja, Anle and Svdb are all here. I know where she lives. I am a little too enthusiastic when I let the others know. They might not know I meet up with her sometimes. She lives in Zichem, is what I want to say. The others are talking loud and all together, so all conversation gets lost.
Elsewhere. Can't read notes, cold, airport or something about planes, I am late, brothers have already left.
Someone is unfriendly towards me, no help. I have a bottle of water with me. I also have a full loyalty card, saving points. Something about little bees. Indonesia.
4. Spying Secret Technology Factory
Maybe same dream.
We are trapped somewhere. We are somewhere and we can't leave. Something something (can't read notes). Big woman, I put my hand underneath her. this is inside, sitting at table with a few people, maybe in a place that looks like a factory.
We've walked here, and indeed the people here cannot see us, because we are spying and so on. Secret technology. Complex building, one floor, concrete walls, high ceilings. Square rooms. Hiding not to be seen, at least once. Mission.
At the end there is this scene in which we sit at a table, are loud and enjoy ourselves, light. I know this woman, the others do not. I touch her indiscreetly and keep doing it, without her consent, I feel her fanny, which is wide, big. She wears red.
Contraption you see at a fair, choose one, there are many, or at least three. This is on an island. Ferry. I see the ferry leave twice, this is because the others can't decide which event to go to. So we are too late. And that is why we cannot leave this island. This dream is certainly connected with the factory fragment, which was part of a long dream.
Small girl, (can't read notes), help her.
Later. Entering the building (factory), there is a fallout shelter. We are doing the mine sweeping. This is the moment people from here see us.
5. Drop
Close up type of dream, I only see my dick, a small, white drop of sperm comes out.
Early dream. Street of parents, at first calm and deep dream, at the beginning of the street, bird perspective. Can't remember anything.
Later at the house of my parents, front garden. Something on the grass. Ground. Playing a game, maybe with the neighbours, H&B. Something about the wedding again. Castle weekend, preparations must be made now, urgent. D.
Another fragment in the same dream sequence in this street, but elsewhere again.
Something ward. This word was important, ward.
2. Haiku
Early dream. Pencil, haiku.
Something taiji.
3. Taiji People Conversation
Crossing a street. Don't know where or what happens (can't remember),and later inside, in a room (?). Something about being at the wrong side (can't read my notes).
Then, at table, Tivd is there, on my left, at some point they talk about Cavg. Lica, Joja, Anle and Svdb are all here. I know where she lives. I am a little too enthusiastic when I let the others know. They might not know I meet up with her sometimes. She lives in Zichem, is what I want to say. The others are talking loud and all together, so all conversation gets lost.
Elsewhere. Can't read notes, cold, airport or something about planes, I am late, brothers have already left.
Someone is unfriendly towards me, no help. I have a bottle of water with me. I also have a full loyalty card, saving points. Something about little bees. Indonesia.
4. Spying Secret Technology Factory
Maybe same dream.
We are trapped somewhere. We are somewhere and we can't leave. Something something (can't read notes). Big woman, I put my hand underneath her. this is inside, sitting at table with a few people, maybe in a place that looks like a factory.
We've walked here, and indeed the people here cannot see us, because we are spying and so on. Secret technology. Complex building, one floor, concrete walls, high ceilings. Square rooms. Hiding not to be seen, at least once. Mission.
At the end there is this scene in which we sit at a table, are loud and enjoy ourselves, light. I know this woman, the others do not. I touch her indiscreetly and keep doing it, without her consent, I feel her fanny, which is wide, big. She wears red.
Contraption you see at a fair, choose one, there are many, or at least three. This is on an island. Ferry. I see the ferry leave twice, this is because the others can't decide which event to go to. So we are too late. And that is why we cannot leave this island. This dream is certainly connected with the factory fragment, which was part of a long dream.
Small girl, (can't read notes), help her.
Later. Entering the building (factory), there is a fallout shelter. We are doing the mine sweeping. This is the moment people from here see us.
5. Drop
Close up type of dream, I only see my dick, a small, white drop of sperm comes out.
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Broken Puzzle
1. Fabric for Photos
Time traveling.
Two stories about ??? or overlap each other.
Something something in a Japanese school. When outside, looks like or is Hoover square in Leuven, looking at university library. Students, they make music. Something about making music.
Contract. Something something (can't read notes, go camping?). There is a tablet. If I remember correctly this was on the table, my brothers were there, especially D, who was on my left. Kitchen table. Much light, throughout the whole dream. This tablet is someone else's, that is, the person is not present. And it lies on the right far side. I can see from where I am sitting that the tablet is open and shows facebook, so to check facebook. And I am curious. Come closer.
I take the machine and look. It shows pictures, six to eight on a page, and I browse a little more because I want to see the normal page and not the pictures. But I can only find pictures. In the meanwhile I see they are from Tivb, and now I'm interested of course, because I like her. And I take a closer look.
In the meanwhile my brothers and me are here on a job, though this may well be our home. And someone suggest we need more material, fabric, like in linen, to sew especially. That is what we do, but we are very relaxed about it. Someone literally asks: what do you want. But she means more fabric. And I can't see her, as she would be behind me and this might be the supervisor.
(Then I can't read my notes). Sleep? Something about a difficult object. Something instead of something else, this might be about the fabric, like in a better option.
Do I remember an eagle?
Something about 25 years. This might refer about the years of work, but I can't remember now. It was important though.
Somehow the dream shifts, still the same people, but in a different location, and still has to do with the work we were doing, only it might be a break. Still light, but not as brilliant as the beginning of the first part.
I am in a small corridor that is actually a very clumsy conduit from one place in the building to another, behind me are rooms higher up, and in front too. On the left is nothing. It is small, narrow. And on the right is a wall, but not all the way to the ceiling, maybe a meter high, but beneath is an other conduit, much lower, and behind me are stairs that lead there. I also look over this small wall and look down. Things are hanging down from the ceiling, wood, is part of the shop. Like mobile.
I sit in this somewhat long narrow place with another man, at a table and I have the feeling we are much in the way, taking up all the space. And this man is Rodn, or reminds me of him.
We stumble upon some interesting conversation. He is supposed to be my teacher, but we are both here by coincidence and don't really know what to say, while I am thinking that I should be the one to keep the conversation going. But somewhere along the way interesting things are being said, and it is about angels, and I try to prove my knowledge by speaking up before he can finish his sentences.
He mentions Metatron. That is when my interest peaks. And I tell him what I know about this being, saying that I the name is not the usual Hebrew, but that I think it is Greek, but that I don't know the meaning of it. And he starts saying something about Metatron, not agreeing on the Greek, and he is about to reveal the meaning of the name, when other people interrupt and I don't hear the answer.
When the others arrive, I suppose this means we have to get back to work, and the nice conversation is broken up and I stand up, while Rodn was standing all along. And when I get up or do something else I accidentally topple an oversized wooden puzzle that hangs from the ceiling. And it falls on the low conduit, so I leave my place and go down the stairs to next of the wall beneath and try to be very careful and pick up as many pieces that I can of the puzzle because it has not fallen so badly but in three big chunks, which will be easy to reconstruct. Only I have to take care that I don't break them up as I lift them and carry them upstairs. So I am careful. Puzzle of De Morgen.
That is about where that fragment ends.
And a new scene starts which is again in the first place, and this is certainly still the same dream. And now a girl, blond and beautiful and young, comes to me and gives me a lot of attention while ignoring the others, but I am very aware of the others watching, and am a bit embarrassed, but I let it go. This is Tivb and she sits on top of me, on my lap and looks at me, watches me intently, and then she also starts to go up and down as if having sex. And I am a bit uneasy by the fact that other people are still in the room, but I let it happen. I see her from very close up, and the thing she has on her face is red like a candy stuck on her face. After a while she looks really wild and not herself anymore and I'd rather have that it stops.
That is about when it ends and I was awake enough in the dream already to decide and take the necessary notes.
This was the first dream of the night, and the recording is not very good, because the two lines in the beginning of the story were true during the whole dream.
2. Broadcast
Sketches are being broadcast, this is an idea of N, D, and Beha. Father is near. Beha something something. Utterable Titanic (?). I want feedback about something, and I remember something...
3. Heating the Stove in the Shop is not Allowed because of too many Mobile Phones
Shop, till. List and me there. List wants to heat the stove of the shop, which would be behind us, where there is normally a table top. Wood stove. She is not allowed to do that, because there are too many mobile phones.
Other fragment later in the dream. Outside, front garden of parents, at night, or in the meanwhile it has become night, and I stand there and watch and I see two small volcanoes, craters in the garden, one very active that I think will never die out, but I don't want them to die out, they have to keep burning. But it is a very nice and impressive sight, even if they're so small, but they go back deep into the core of the earth, and at first they were bigger, but I can't remember that. This thing lasts really long in time, though I can't remember it, but in the dream it was so, I now have lost that sensation.
One of the craters lasts very long, bright red glow.
4. Double Volcano in the Garden
Somewhere inside, reminds me of a prison, no roof though, high walls and people packed together, grey. Deep, the outside we cannot see, but I know there is an entrance behind me and another door that leads somewhere else in front of me. Square room. The floor is of earth and grey and is not smooth.
D is there. Lots of people. We wait. I don't know what we're doing here. I have a feeling that all these people are caught here permanently. I however know that this is just a place in between, I have oversight enough in the dream to know that we come from somewhere and need to go somewhere else, and in my mind I even see the rooms and places, though only in the abstract, no visual.
There are different groups.
Other stuff I can't remember.
Time traveling.
Two stories about ??? or overlap each other.
Something something in a Japanese school. When outside, looks like or is Hoover square in Leuven, looking at university library. Students, they make music. Something about making music.
Contract. Something something (can't read notes, go camping?). There is a tablet. If I remember correctly this was on the table, my brothers were there, especially D, who was on my left. Kitchen table. Much light, throughout the whole dream. This tablet is someone else's, that is, the person is not present. And it lies on the right far side. I can see from where I am sitting that the tablet is open and shows facebook, so to check facebook. And I am curious. Come closer.
I take the machine and look. It shows pictures, six to eight on a page, and I browse a little more because I want to see the normal page and not the pictures. But I can only find pictures. In the meanwhile I see they are from Tivb, and now I'm interested of course, because I like her. And I take a closer look.
In the meanwhile my brothers and me are here on a job, though this may well be our home. And someone suggest we need more material, fabric, like in linen, to sew especially. That is what we do, but we are very relaxed about it. Someone literally asks: what do you want. But she means more fabric. And I can't see her, as she would be behind me and this might be the supervisor.
(Then I can't read my notes). Sleep? Something about a difficult object. Something instead of something else, this might be about the fabric, like in a better option.
Do I remember an eagle?
Something about 25 years. This might refer about the years of work, but I can't remember now. It was important though.
Somehow the dream shifts, still the same people, but in a different location, and still has to do with the work we were doing, only it might be a break. Still light, but not as brilliant as the beginning of the first part.
I am in a small corridor that is actually a very clumsy conduit from one place in the building to another, behind me are rooms higher up, and in front too. On the left is nothing. It is small, narrow. And on the right is a wall, but not all the way to the ceiling, maybe a meter high, but beneath is an other conduit, much lower, and behind me are stairs that lead there. I also look over this small wall and look down. Things are hanging down from the ceiling, wood, is part of the shop. Like mobile.
I sit in this somewhat long narrow place with another man, at a table and I have the feeling we are much in the way, taking up all the space. And this man is Rodn, or reminds me of him.
We stumble upon some interesting conversation. He is supposed to be my teacher, but we are both here by coincidence and don't really know what to say, while I am thinking that I should be the one to keep the conversation going. But somewhere along the way interesting things are being said, and it is about angels, and I try to prove my knowledge by speaking up before he can finish his sentences.
He mentions Metatron. That is when my interest peaks. And I tell him what I know about this being, saying that I the name is not the usual Hebrew, but that I think it is Greek, but that I don't know the meaning of it. And he starts saying something about Metatron, not agreeing on the Greek, and he is about to reveal the meaning of the name, when other people interrupt and I don't hear the answer.
When the others arrive, I suppose this means we have to get back to work, and the nice conversation is broken up and I stand up, while Rodn was standing all along. And when I get up or do something else I accidentally topple an oversized wooden puzzle that hangs from the ceiling. And it falls on the low conduit, so I leave my place and go down the stairs to next of the wall beneath and try to be very careful and pick up as many pieces that I can of the puzzle because it has not fallen so badly but in three big chunks, which will be easy to reconstruct. Only I have to take care that I don't break them up as I lift them and carry them upstairs. So I am careful. Puzzle of De Morgen.
That is about where that fragment ends.
And a new scene starts which is again in the first place, and this is certainly still the same dream. And now a girl, blond and beautiful and young, comes to me and gives me a lot of attention while ignoring the others, but I am very aware of the others watching, and am a bit embarrassed, but I let it go. This is Tivb and she sits on top of me, on my lap and looks at me, watches me intently, and then she also starts to go up and down as if having sex. And I am a bit uneasy by the fact that other people are still in the room, but I let it happen. I see her from very close up, and the thing she has on her face is red like a candy stuck on her face. After a while she looks really wild and not herself anymore and I'd rather have that it stops.
That is about when it ends and I was awake enough in the dream already to decide and take the necessary notes.
This was the first dream of the night, and the recording is not very good, because the two lines in the beginning of the story were true during the whole dream.
2. Broadcast
Sketches are being broadcast, this is an idea of N, D, and Beha. Father is near. Beha something something. Utterable Titanic (?). I want feedback about something, and I remember something...
3. Heating the Stove in the Shop is not Allowed because of too many Mobile Phones
Shop, till. List and me there. List wants to heat the stove of the shop, which would be behind us, where there is normally a table top. Wood stove. She is not allowed to do that, because there are too many mobile phones.
Other fragment later in the dream. Outside, front garden of parents, at night, or in the meanwhile it has become night, and I stand there and watch and I see two small volcanoes, craters in the garden, one very active that I think will never die out, but I don't want them to die out, they have to keep burning. But it is a very nice and impressive sight, even if they're so small, but they go back deep into the core of the earth, and at first they were bigger, but I can't remember that. This thing lasts really long in time, though I can't remember it, but in the dream it was so, I now have lost that sensation.
One of the craters lasts very long, bright red glow.
4. Double Volcano in the Garden
Somewhere inside, reminds me of a prison, no roof though, high walls and people packed together, grey. Deep, the outside we cannot see, but I know there is an entrance behind me and another door that leads somewhere else in front of me. Square room. The floor is of earth and grey and is not smooth.
D is there. Lots of people. We wait. I don't know what we're doing here. I have a feeling that all these people are caught here permanently. I however know that this is just a place in between, I have oversight enough in the dream to know that we come from somewhere and need to go somewhere else, and in my mind I even see the rooms and places, though only in the abstract, no visual.
There are different groups.
Other stuff I can't remember.
Monday, 22 July 2013
How to Cross a Street
1. Cross the Street
At the end of something, like a big event, I walk away, so do two other people, who are still young, and may be brother and sister or otherwise related, they disappear in a tunnel. Many other folk stay behind.
Becr is there, joining something (can't read notes).
At some point we cross a street (place reminds me of London, St Paul's Cathedral, there is this one crossing when you come from the Thames, it was like that, but it was a dream place).
The whole dream was light and full of a feeling of excitement or joy, no neutral joy, but excited, and this atmosphere is created by the people around me.
2. Open the Door
The bell rings, I go look, (can't read notes).
Something about the Smurfs, same dream. The played a relatively big role and were big and real. Maybe other characters too, but this I can't remember.
3. Alone in Bed
Maybe the same dream. Two people stand out again, because they take action of some kind, one of them is Krvh. Something alone in bed (don't know to whom it refers).
4. Errand on Experiment
Upstairs level, long room, plenty of people are quartered here, either sleeping or working, at the one time it is for working and at the other time it is for sleeping, day and night. Always night. Everyone own section. I am at the end of it. The door or entrance is all the way at the other side. On my right are windows, this along the whole room, then beside that is the walkway, and beside that against the opposite wall are the offices or beds. I can't remember what happened.
At some point we go from room to room, this might be during a break, but we still have an errand to run then, and in every room we have to check things, things that we need and want to know, but at the same time you check what all these people are doing, some rooms are big enough for three projects to be held and discussed about, small groups. I remember one particular table, almost the last one, wooden table, head of project looked like a pirate sea captain and some words that I read in a document also referred to a captain, this was on the list to visit. I was not alone working on this project, the other two or more were more awake than me. I just went along but could not really focus, wasn't sure what it was all about.
Later in the dream we go outside and we have to cross a street. Someone who guides us says we have to do this in a wild way, like the wild hunt, but I hesitate and the others too, besides it is dangerous if you don't look where you run, we see cars coming from the right, so we need to let those pass first, otherwise we would have been run over.
And across the street we have to enter the different shops or workshops in the same manner, but I stay behind, this is the end of the dream, I distance myself from it. All this was a rather excited thing to do.
+5. Kaco in the Picture
Some earlier dream, fragment.
We watch photo's of the wedding of D&S. They are new, so we are curious. At a certain point, I see a photo with guests that don't belong anywhere but were there. And I see, very prominently, the face of Kaco. I'm a bit embarrassed by that. At first I can't believe it, because I thought it could not be. How could anyone have found out. Then I look again. And she is really there. There are about eight or ten people in the picture. The picture is old style, a bit brown in black and white, brown and white style. And she is there. And I think, I hope no one recognizes her, or asks me about it. And my instinct tells me to hide the photo, but of course I can't do that, because they are not mine.
+6. Broken Key
I have a key, old one, used a lot, straight one, normal size, but looks more like the one I have from work. I am outside. There are doors. People moving about, going about their businesses. I am in front of my door, use the key and when I take it out I see that the key is almost broken. I am careful with it, would not be able to use again, though I don't give it any thought at that point. This is the end of a dream. But the key bends at the back end of the beard, there is no real beard, straight, and I want to test it but I think I better not touch it or it would simply break.
At the end of something, like a big event, I walk away, so do two other people, who are still young, and may be brother and sister or otherwise related, they disappear in a tunnel. Many other folk stay behind.
Becr is there, joining something (can't read notes).
At some point we cross a street (place reminds me of London, St Paul's Cathedral, there is this one crossing when you come from the Thames, it was like that, but it was a dream place).
The whole dream was light and full of a feeling of excitement or joy, no neutral joy, but excited, and this atmosphere is created by the people around me.
2. Open the Door
The bell rings, I go look, (can't read notes).
Something about the Smurfs, same dream. The played a relatively big role and were big and real. Maybe other characters too, but this I can't remember.
3. Alone in Bed
Maybe the same dream. Two people stand out again, because they take action of some kind, one of them is Krvh. Something alone in bed (don't know to whom it refers).
4. Errand on Experiment
Upstairs level, long room, plenty of people are quartered here, either sleeping or working, at the one time it is for working and at the other time it is for sleeping, day and night. Always night. Everyone own section. I am at the end of it. The door or entrance is all the way at the other side. On my right are windows, this along the whole room, then beside that is the walkway, and beside that against the opposite wall are the offices or beds. I can't remember what happened.
At some point we go from room to room, this might be during a break, but we still have an errand to run then, and in every room we have to check things, things that we need and want to know, but at the same time you check what all these people are doing, some rooms are big enough for three projects to be held and discussed about, small groups. I remember one particular table, almost the last one, wooden table, head of project looked like a pirate sea captain and some words that I read in a document also referred to a captain, this was on the list to visit. I was not alone working on this project, the other two or more were more awake than me. I just went along but could not really focus, wasn't sure what it was all about.
Later in the dream we go outside and we have to cross a street. Someone who guides us says we have to do this in a wild way, like the wild hunt, but I hesitate and the others too, besides it is dangerous if you don't look where you run, we see cars coming from the right, so we need to let those pass first, otherwise we would have been run over.
And across the street we have to enter the different shops or workshops in the same manner, but I stay behind, this is the end of the dream, I distance myself from it. All this was a rather excited thing to do.
+5. Kaco in the Picture
Some earlier dream, fragment.
We watch photo's of the wedding of D&S. They are new, so we are curious. At a certain point, I see a photo with guests that don't belong anywhere but were there. And I see, very prominently, the face of Kaco. I'm a bit embarrassed by that. At first I can't believe it, because I thought it could not be. How could anyone have found out. Then I look again. And she is really there. There are about eight or ten people in the picture. The picture is old style, a bit brown in black and white, brown and white style. And she is there. And I think, I hope no one recognizes her, or asks me about it. And my instinct tells me to hide the photo, but of course I can't do that, because they are not mine.
+6. Broken Key
I have a key, old one, used a lot, straight one, normal size, but looks more like the one I have from work. I am outside. There are doors. People moving about, going about their businesses. I am in front of my door, use the key and when I take it out I see that the key is almost broken. I am careful with it, would not be able to use again, though I don't give it any thought at that point. This is the end of a dream. But the key bends at the back end of the beard, there is no real beard, straight, and I want to test it but I think I better not touch it or it would simply break.
Sunday, 21 July 2013
Late for Sword
1. Leaving School at Night
Big building, following class, building like an old college, school or monastery. We like staying there, but at night we leave the building, the pupils, there is snow. We cross the street. We don't really have a plan, but it is needful we leave, which is my initiative.
But I don't know if we are going the right way, and this is right after we left the building. And no one knows if we are going the right way.
2. Floating Dick
It is July, and also August, because the dream incorporates the whole period of the summer months and according to the dream I am on holiday, France. That means I am not available for many people.
At some point I am alone in a house, and other people are here but all outside and having a barbecue. I don't want to participate, I have a need to stay in and move as little as possible. The rooms are darkened against the sun.
In another room, light, later, with other people. I study a map, this is to plan the holidays, and other people will come with me or will also be there, such as my brother D. It is a map of France and shows the Gulf de Biscaie. But I can't figure out where we are on the map, it shows Europe and in such a way, abstract, that I don't recognize anything. It shows the destination, and lists many names of places, and the sea is on the left, and I can tell north from south, but where we are is not on the map, maybe because it is too detailed.
The places it shows are mostly battlefields, so the map has historical information.
Then at some point a salesman of the press enters and registers and he immediately wants attention, but I don't give it to him, in fact I ignore him since I have no dealings with him, but he is very pushy, walks around the table, behind me and so on.
The first night of our holidays, I am alone in the house. The room in front of me is a small kitchen. And this is some kind of holiday house, bungalow, near the sea, sea air and sea clouds. Every night I have been sleeping here I have had ghosts in the house. But I don't feel like contacting spirits at this time. When I come home I hung up my clothes, the rooms are a mess, stuff is on the floor. Clothes are spread out everywhere.
At night again. The toilet is outside. And I have to go. I go outside (now reminds me of the garage of parents, but scenery is country side and sea) and I go to the bathroom, at first I think I don't want to go because of something, two people are near me, but they don't bother me. The toilet house is built against the house, but you can only access it from the outside. I go in anyway. I pee, and look down, and I see my own cock floating in the water. I don't know what to do, but I realize this is an old one, and I am currently using another one which is attached to my body, otherwise I could not pee, but it is a strange side. After a while I try to not to make anything of it, exactly because I have one, and I don't need the old one. Looks like a sausage, and in the dream I remember other dreams in which I lost this part of my body. So there is an instinctual urge to put it back where it belongs, but I know it is no use.
3. Holding the Board Game
Food. Playing a game. Behind the shoulders of (?)? After that I hold the board of the board game in my hands, pressed against my body, but flat, so that you can still play. There are dice on the board. Belly height.
[7.10am]
4. Ride the Tiger
Taiji, like a summer camp, out in the country.
Everybody is preparing to go in the next ?? to go to the next part of the form or class. That is, the normal class has ended. Light in the dream. Complex camp side, a few large buildings, simple road, fields. We are a big group.
In the afternoon the normal class has ended and there is an option to learn taiji sword, so I certainly want to do that, and I go to my room or place to look for my sword and prepare, because the location is a distance away from here. But when I peek outside, I see many people carrying swords and organizing themselves to go to the optional class. When I see those people I know I am late, and I know where I put my sword, and my cycle, but I find neither. Not immediately, I don't have to look to far away to find it, it has been put somewhere else, out of the way, by someone (possibly Svdb).
Now I am outside, and I see that other people are also late, I thought I should hurry, but there is not haste, so I take it easy again.
The first gang of people is already leaving and I think I want to follow them because I don't know the way, and so I watch them, and try to remember where they are going. After the first turn they take I can't see them anymore. So I will have to trust my luck, or assume that other people know.
In the meanwhile a second group leaves. All with cycles, maybe also on foot. A lot of people. The road goes to the right. There is a lane, houses, and trees.
So I am in the last group, but these are still many people. I carry my sword, I am thinking about how to carry it, as I see other people struggle with theirs. There are so many different sizes, I don't know what they want to do with that. But I'm thinking, I can easily carry another one, if that would be necessary. Then I see a lady with four swords, big ones, broad ones, and she is sturdy too. And I ask her if she needs help. There is also a girl with a small sword. And there is a woman who has swords that do not look like taiji swords, but when I ask her, she says she will be doing the pagan ritual, ancient germanic, and I think: what is the relation with taiji? In the end I carry a knife of someone.
While we are all busy with this, there is further down also an indoor place, there is also light, suddenly a few mothers are a bit worried, because a girl and a kid found a lion that someone brought as a pet and ride on its back but the lion goes into the field, which is a ploughed acre. And two mothers are worried, because who knows where the lion is taking them and maybe they can't get back or get lost. I think it is great these kids ride a lion.
We all get on our cycles.
5. Late for Sword
I come somewhere and am a bit late, and when I enter I see Svdb, Krvh and Joja below me, because where I enter is the inside balcony, and they are training taiji sword in the room, which is below. I have my sword with me, and I sit down in the sofa for a while.
Last dream, maybe hypnagogic.
6. Cream Cheese for Breakfast
There are big capers though I thought I only had small ones. I should have crushed them, like the recipe said, but did not. My dad is behind me and he does not say anything but he nods and makes it clear that that is right. This means I made a mistake.
At some point I am in my own kitchen and ready for breakfast and I wonder what I will eat, but the kitchen table top is full of food, among which cream cheese, on top of a stack of other things. It has been opened before, I will have some of that.
Big building, following class, building like an old college, school or monastery. We like staying there, but at night we leave the building, the pupils, there is snow. We cross the street. We don't really have a plan, but it is needful we leave, which is my initiative.
But I don't know if we are going the right way, and this is right after we left the building. And no one knows if we are going the right way.
2. Floating Dick
It is July, and also August, because the dream incorporates the whole period of the summer months and according to the dream I am on holiday, France. That means I am not available for many people.
At some point I am alone in a house, and other people are here but all outside and having a barbecue. I don't want to participate, I have a need to stay in and move as little as possible. The rooms are darkened against the sun.
In another room, light, later, with other people. I study a map, this is to plan the holidays, and other people will come with me or will also be there, such as my brother D. It is a map of France and shows the Gulf de Biscaie. But I can't figure out where we are on the map, it shows Europe and in such a way, abstract, that I don't recognize anything. It shows the destination, and lists many names of places, and the sea is on the left, and I can tell north from south, but where we are is not on the map, maybe because it is too detailed.
The places it shows are mostly battlefields, so the map has historical information.
Then at some point a salesman of the press enters and registers and he immediately wants attention, but I don't give it to him, in fact I ignore him since I have no dealings with him, but he is very pushy, walks around the table, behind me and so on.
The first night of our holidays, I am alone in the house. The room in front of me is a small kitchen. And this is some kind of holiday house, bungalow, near the sea, sea air and sea clouds. Every night I have been sleeping here I have had ghosts in the house. But I don't feel like contacting spirits at this time. When I come home I hung up my clothes, the rooms are a mess, stuff is on the floor. Clothes are spread out everywhere.
At night again. The toilet is outside. And I have to go. I go outside (now reminds me of the garage of parents, but scenery is country side and sea) and I go to the bathroom, at first I think I don't want to go because of something, two people are near me, but they don't bother me. The toilet house is built against the house, but you can only access it from the outside. I go in anyway. I pee, and look down, and I see my own cock floating in the water. I don't know what to do, but I realize this is an old one, and I am currently using another one which is attached to my body, otherwise I could not pee, but it is a strange side. After a while I try to not to make anything of it, exactly because I have one, and I don't need the old one. Looks like a sausage, and in the dream I remember other dreams in which I lost this part of my body. So there is an instinctual urge to put it back where it belongs, but I know it is no use.
3. Holding the Board Game
Food. Playing a game. Behind the shoulders of (?)? After that I hold the board of the board game in my hands, pressed against my body, but flat, so that you can still play. There are dice on the board. Belly height.
[7.10am]
4. Ride the Tiger
Taiji, like a summer camp, out in the country.
Everybody is preparing to go in the next ?? to go to the next part of the form or class. That is, the normal class has ended. Light in the dream. Complex camp side, a few large buildings, simple road, fields. We are a big group.
In the afternoon the normal class has ended and there is an option to learn taiji sword, so I certainly want to do that, and I go to my room or place to look for my sword and prepare, because the location is a distance away from here. But when I peek outside, I see many people carrying swords and organizing themselves to go to the optional class. When I see those people I know I am late, and I know where I put my sword, and my cycle, but I find neither. Not immediately, I don't have to look to far away to find it, it has been put somewhere else, out of the way, by someone (possibly Svdb).
Now I am outside, and I see that other people are also late, I thought I should hurry, but there is not haste, so I take it easy again.
The first gang of people is already leaving and I think I want to follow them because I don't know the way, and so I watch them, and try to remember where they are going. After the first turn they take I can't see them anymore. So I will have to trust my luck, or assume that other people know.
In the meanwhile a second group leaves. All with cycles, maybe also on foot. A lot of people. The road goes to the right. There is a lane, houses, and trees.
So I am in the last group, but these are still many people. I carry my sword, I am thinking about how to carry it, as I see other people struggle with theirs. There are so many different sizes, I don't know what they want to do with that. But I'm thinking, I can easily carry another one, if that would be necessary. Then I see a lady with four swords, big ones, broad ones, and she is sturdy too. And I ask her if she needs help. There is also a girl with a small sword. And there is a woman who has swords that do not look like taiji swords, but when I ask her, she says she will be doing the pagan ritual, ancient germanic, and I think: what is the relation with taiji? In the end I carry a knife of someone.
While we are all busy with this, there is further down also an indoor place, there is also light, suddenly a few mothers are a bit worried, because a girl and a kid found a lion that someone brought as a pet and ride on its back but the lion goes into the field, which is a ploughed acre. And two mothers are worried, because who knows where the lion is taking them and maybe they can't get back or get lost. I think it is great these kids ride a lion.
We all get on our cycles.
5. Late for Sword
I come somewhere and am a bit late, and when I enter I see Svdb, Krvh and Joja below me, because where I enter is the inside balcony, and they are training taiji sword in the room, which is below. I have my sword with me, and I sit down in the sofa for a while.
Last dream, maybe hypnagogic.
6. Cream Cheese for Breakfast
There are big capers though I thought I only had small ones. I should have crushed them, like the recipe said, but did not. My dad is behind me and he does not say anything but he nods and makes it clear that that is right. This means I made a mistake.
At some point I am in my own kitchen and ready for breakfast and I wonder what I will eat, but the kitchen table top is full of food, among which cream cheese, on top of a stack of other things. It has been opened before, I will have some of that.
Saturday, 20 July 2013
Dragon Bread
1. Dad Left Car
End of a dream.
Parked in a car, waiting, my dad is driving, me in the back, he left the car and goes back to somewhere, something needs to be done. I wait.
We are on a big city street, leading out of the city. Wide lanes. And we are parked on the side, near traffic lights, and I think we are parked not enough to the side, so cars might hit us. Somebody comes up to me, can't remember what happened.
2. Magical Bread of Water and Rain
Again, end of a dream.
I am in a hangar, strange to me, people are here who are from this place, I don't know them, I don't know this group. I just came in and try to find my way among them.
I'm working there, doing research. They make their own bread, as a matter of fact there is one person who does this, and he is in a separate room where I am not. I am in the main hall. There is the entrance hall, which is big enough, and then on the right the main hangar, lots of room. All of them are relaxed.
Towards the end of the dream I want a piece of bread or cake, but it is finished already. So the people who live here they refer me to that special person all the way in the back, different room. And I go to this person, and he sits on a dais, like a Buddha. And he has just baked something, and it has the shape of a swine. I take the whole thing back with me, grey bread, and puffy. I tear off a piece of me and while I go back I eat it, it is good. But I tore off too much, I should not have as much.
So when I am back in the main room, I decide to share the bread that I have. Someone stands there and I give him a piece, I tear off a piece for him. But he only wants a very small piece. I give him some because I owe him, possibly just by being here, being saved by him or because he helped me with the research, I can't remember. But because I still have a lot I share it with someone else as well.
After that I am trying to remember the name of the bread (can't read notes).
In the meanwhile I ate a piece, and I plan to return the rest of it, because I have a whole loaf with me.
I ask the people around in the house whether they know something about this bread, because I forgot what the baker said, he said something about it.
And a lady far away comes near and asks me whether there was a sigil on the bread. I look and I see the sigil, and in fact I had seen it and thought about it before.
Then she comes closer and she is the boss. The person in charge.
She points me a table on the right side of the room, near where I am and I assume I will find information there.
There is an inscription in Latin, in stone. I can't read it, only that this is dragon bread. And then she says it is made of the rain and the water, en now I can read it because it is in English. And I feel stupid, because all the info is on the board. The rain and water passage is one of the last rules of the text. Water refers to a source, sweet water.
And I realize that I am holding a very magical loaf of bread and that I ate of it quite without thinking, but that there is a lot of power in this bread, but at the same time it is limited, by nature, because you can't make this bread just like that, you need this type of rain and water, but I don't know what it refers to, only, I think, that it means that it could only have happened when I was around.
End of a dream.
Parked in a car, waiting, my dad is driving, me in the back, he left the car and goes back to somewhere, something needs to be done. I wait.
We are on a big city street, leading out of the city. Wide lanes. And we are parked on the side, near traffic lights, and I think we are parked not enough to the side, so cars might hit us. Somebody comes up to me, can't remember what happened.
2. Magical Bread of Water and Rain
Again, end of a dream.
I am in a hangar, strange to me, people are here who are from this place, I don't know them, I don't know this group. I just came in and try to find my way among them.
I'm working there, doing research. They make their own bread, as a matter of fact there is one person who does this, and he is in a separate room where I am not. I am in the main hall. There is the entrance hall, which is big enough, and then on the right the main hangar, lots of room. All of them are relaxed.
Towards the end of the dream I want a piece of bread or cake, but it is finished already. So the people who live here they refer me to that special person all the way in the back, different room. And I go to this person, and he sits on a dais, like a Buddha. And he has just baked something, and it has the shape of a swine. I take the whole thing back with me, grey bread, and puffy. I tear off a piece of me and while I go back I eat it, it is good. But I tore off too much, I should not have as much.
So when I am back in the main room, I decide to share the bread that I have. Someone stands there and I give him a piece, I tear off a piece for him. But he only wants a very small piece. I give him some because I owe him, possibly just by being here, being saved by him or because he helped me with the research, I can't remember. But because I still have a lot I share it with someone else as well.
After that I am trying to remember the name of the bread (can't read notes).
In the meanwhile I ate a piece, and I plan to return the rest of it, because I have a whole loaf with me.
I ask the people around in the house whether they know something about this bread, because I forgot what the baker said, he said something about it.
And a lady far away comes near and asks me whether there was a sigil on the bread. I look and I see the sigil, and in fact I had seen it and thought about it before.
Then she comes closer and she is the boss. The person in charge.
She points me a table on the right side of the room, near where I am and I assume I will find information there.
There is an inscription in Latin, in stone. I can't read it, only that this is dragon bread. And then she says it is made of the rain and the water, en now I can read it because it is in English. And I feel stupid, because all the info is on the board. The rain and water passage is one of the last rules of the text. Water refers to a source, sweet water.
And I realize that I am holding a very magical loaf of bread and that I ate of it quite without thinking, but that there is a lot of power in this bread, but at the same time it is limited, by nature, because you can't make this bread just like that, you need this type of rain and water, but I don't know what it refers to, only, I think, that it means that it could only have happened when I was around.
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