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.