The Captain and the Stance

1. Taiji Dance

Some kind of school building in the middle of a city. A bit hidden away. I have to be there for some reason. Others too. There is some sort of square in front of the building, where we were before. When we approach the building, light, there are different doors, lucid, glass doors, clear. I'm sure I know which door leads where. Someone else does not, she just arrived and wants to come with us. We take the right door, which is also the nearest, and behind it is a small hallway and elevators. I know the other doors would have been locked. Professors live in these buildings. There is one in particular we want to see. The square might have been the playground. But it might also be a university building, college. The girl needs to see one professor in particular, man, middle aged, dark hair, mixed up. I never see this professor, but I have this picture of him.
Then it is me who follows, once up. (Can't read notes).
Upstairs, light room, large windows that look out on the actual enclosed playground, high up. (Reminds me of where Woli lived, F.Lintstraat?). There is a long but small table in the middle of the room, I come up from one way. Loli and Arve are already here. What a wonderful surprised. Woli must also be here. Other people, but not many, that I don't remember.
At some point, someone else comes in too, a girl, and then everyone starts to discuss a certain book that I have never seen before or read, but everyone else knows it and starts to be merry, it is something spiritual, maybe esoteric, and at the same time a novel or a play. Maybe people want to do the play. This girl in particular, she has long brown hair, she says she identifies herself with the main character, which is also a woman. Then all the others start to say who they are in the book, and everything fits neatly, as if the book is written for the characters of the people present, except for me, I watch. This one girl, though, she thinks a lot about it, to her this identification is very important.
The book is dark blue. A4, blues and greens.
Part of the text is read out loud. Can't remember the words or who was reading, maybe Arve.
This girl and a friend of her, who helps her, will put some of it into action although I don't think that is a good idea, because it entails climbing a ladder or scaffolding that is in the room by the wall, which is rather rickety. It is not very stable. Made of metal. She climbs on the left side, the other girl climbs on the right. I'm happy this other takes the initiative to climb the other side simultaneously, because that helps the balancing. Otherwise, this girl would fall. It is dangerous and I would not have thought they would do that. It is an exercise in balance. It is only a short way up, on top is a horizontal wooden board, but once they are up, maybe in the air, if there is no roof when they do this, then the dream shifts, because they accomplished what needed to be accomplished.
The dream continues within the same building, same wing, and maybe same room, only that now it is meant for sleeping and not public, but a private hired room, by my parents, and I happen to be there. They have to beds, on top of each other (stapelbed), and make ready for sleeping. While I'm here I'll be joining them. It is getting dark and it is time for bed.
Then an alarm sounds. I don't make much of it, because it sounds far away, but my parents slightly panic and conclude that all the rooms will be searched. That means they know what the alarm is about. I don't, I'm just visiting.
So they climb back out of bed and my mother asks me: you're sure your bicycle is here in the room and not somewhere outside? And I say: yes yes, to tell her not to worry, and while I say that, my bike is really in the room and I lift it up from somewhere high and put it on the floor. White. Small than usual, but not for children. I take it down from one of the beds. I should be careful with this for when 'they' come around and search the rooms. So I should better leave, which might just be the thing I do.
The dream shifts, I am now in another room in the same wing of the building, but much lower level, but still not ground level. It is evening. There is a sofa. This room is either in the middle of this wing, or at the other end so that it would look out to the street, but I don't see it because in the dream the room is oriented so that I see the other side only. Blues and greens. Sofa in the middle, all kinds of people. I sit in the sofa. Maybe my brother, N?, is on my left, but not close. People behind us, I don't pay them attention. A few in front of us. The sofa faces the back wall, not the window. Or it is my mother who sits on the left. We all have drinks, maybe bubbles. What else would I be drinking? There is a discussion starting on language and creativity, I am interested and try to get involved, but I can't remember the details of the conversation. I mostly wait and see if I can add something, because the person talking says everything that I would say. This conversation then is mostly between two people in front of the sofa, facing us. They stand. One of them is a woman, she is on the right, and she suddenly says: Loki. She says this in response of something the other person said about creativity. (She reminds me of Vepi). Or maybe she said something herself and then suddenly concluded it is associated with Loki. (I suppose the association comes from interlocutor). I don't really agree with this, so I say: Odin. And she agrees with that, while at the same time I am thinking of other gods that might apply, and I say: Bragi. And she says Bragi at the same time. That is where this fragment ends.

Supposedly the same dream. Now we are back down, by the front square or playground. First we are still inside, in a wide room that might have been a garage originally. A few people, can't remember what we were doing there. But at some point I'm lured outside, this has to do with taiji. Someone suggests to someone else to show his taiji, because this person wants to learn. So there is one with experience and the other that wants to learn. When the decide to go outside and do a little exercise, I decide to go with them and join them. I don't know what kind of taiji they will be doing, I know them not. Or distant friends maybe. But I am quick to decide and run after them. They are already in position in the centre of the cobbled square. I join them. The person who will demonstrate, his name is Marc or Paul. And my brother D is the one who wants to learn.
Outside, two other people are already there, and I assume they were practicing this Paul's taiji.
At first it is just the three of us. When this Paul starts, I realize I am unfamiliar with the form and style, but I can follow easily. There is a lot of funny hand movements. and stepping back and forward along the diagonal lines. It is very different of what I am used to.
After a long sequence of these different hand movements, like shaking, tapping or grabbing or circling with the hands, comes the first real movement of the form. The stance is called Little Big Chief. And this one I recognize as our same first move, only it is not that but Brush Knee, albeit with a turn to the right. And the hands end in fists. When you start the movement you make a sword hand with the left hand and put it by the armpit of the right arm, then you step forward, this is after you turned right, and then the hands do something that I am not sure of and I look at the instructor who is on my right, D is behind me. The end position has both hands on the line in front of the left shoulder, but there is a lock which I don't understand. Obviously I am in the wrong position and the Captain, who is the instructor, comes over and corrects me, so I repeat the movement, correct this time and try the application, on my own.
Now we turn left again, and D is on my right very close. The captain steps forward between us to show is something and I quickly go back into position. It is as if D has done all this before, he is relaxed and knows what will come. Then the captain turns back to us again, and is close by and looks me in the eye while I am doing something, such as a retreat step. I can see how I look, I have very dark, sharp eyes, and short black hair, and my eyes are small, or squinted yet very clear. And my brother is a bit the same but not of the same calibre. And the captain immediately sees this and he says: you have speedy eyes. It is not my brother next to me, but a girl who is an official student of the captain, which is why she has those eyes, it might be a technique, but I have them naturally. The captain is so happy to see that in me, all this is a lucid moment, because of the eyes, that he wants me to match me with this girl. He puts me in front of the girl, who has ash blond hair, and we start. We touch, like in pushing hands. And I follow most of the time. She does not do much, which means that neither of us will initiate an attack. So this first part is boring, nothing happens. After that I decide to be more creative, which means that I start to duck or jump when she comes for me and I beat her everytime. She misses me everytime, but I never attack myself. It comes down to the speed of my reflexes, that is all that needs to be tested now, and I am always better, faster, than her.
When we do this, certainly the first part, it looks like a dance, feels like a dance. And it is inferred that this kind of competition is not done very often, because it it expensive. Expensive to organize. And I can see why, because only two people are engaged, all the others stand back and watch. So this is a rare occasion, and I was given it freely.

2. Transit Zone

Science fiction dream, planet based, nature. Headquarters.
There is a piece in a city, where my brothers and parents come along and we are on our cycles and go a straight line to somewhere, then suddenly the road becomes smaller and we keep to the right and in the end, N and me go forward on a long wooden board, painted yellow. Then we enter a building, which is not safe to be in, but we have to be there to get some clarification or we need something from here, but I think we only need information, to progress at home.
The inside is mostly empty, it looks like the hangar of a aeroplane. There is a door at the other side, so in theory you could continue on a straight line, but who knows where you will end up behind that door. That might be a parallel dimension. We stay in this room, which really feels like an in between worlds place, transit zone. On the right is a desk, long and high, and maybe a door. Desk is like a bar. Turquoise colours on that side, beige on our side. Inla was also there at some point. Empty, which means we are safe.
Then at a certain point, we hear the door opening and we need to hide. I think both doors open at the same time, the one in front and the one on the right, which leads to the bureaus. We hide behind a chair or box. This is the only thing in the middle of this room, a bit to the side, left side, which is easy for us. So we go around it, first at one side, and then have to keep moving so as not to be seen, and we move anticlockwise about this thing. It might have been a washing machine for all I know, but it buzzed or moved slightly when we whirled around it. This was a lucid moment.
Then we retreated to the back door through which we entered, and hid behind the desk, at least I did. But in the meantime I noticed that the person that came in from the right door is no other than Inro, and she is now behind the bar, and comes my way, then she is very close, but she can't see me immediately, because I am squatting. But I am curious and want to see her, so I lift my head and peek over the edge of the bar. At the same time, after a few times, she looks over the edge too and we see each other. She has brown hair. That is the end of this dream or fragment, as far as I can remember.

3. Terra

There was a fragment which was sf, in which we needed to make contact with a big space ship. We were stationed on the planet, and our team of Earth was on the right and another, alien, team on the left. And we had some discussion about numbers and numeric systems. Especially about twos and threes, that these cannot be counted by all races, because the system they used made use of some kind of grid or diagram that broke down twos and threes in different coordinates. The result was that they did not know the number three but only approximations of it, yet they thought there system was superior.
At some point by the end when we had to signal to the mother ship who we were, they spelled the name of there planet, which I forgot, and we had to do the same thing, so I would have entered Earth, because I was not aware of any other name, but before I entered it, I spelled it Terra, which sounded a little more formal and right. But in the dream I saw the name of the other race, only I now forgot.
There was a whole sequence of sf dreams, but I could not memorize them.

4. Taiji Hands

Fragment. Taiji, stairs (?). Holiday (?), slow. Two hands? List was there.

5. Car Mechanics

Pake had just given class, place reminds me of Holland Park, in the least it is outside in a park, but still a complex place. Where we are was on high, and we had to climb with ropes to get down. Like a roof terrace. From there on I saw the different sections of the park. I had no time to explore them, but the wish to do that is in me, I look at those greens longingly, as if I know them from a different life, they are from Atlantic times. I know I will be able to sense many energies over there, but right now I am here.
I am sure Loli and Arve are here too, enjoying the sacredness of the place. Jere is there too. He talks about car mechanics, quite exhaustively. At that point, there are two groups, one on the left with Jere, and one on the right. And I switch between the two and try to understand the car mechanics.
In the end I also do something with dream recording, I take notes, coloured paper. 

6. Five Rites Pending
(Hypnagogic dream)

We enter the church, this is for celebrating the wedding of D&S. I go sit in the front, first. Mother follows, rest is behind. On the right side of the centre. Some seated already, most still have to come, place reminds me of church of Abdij van Vlierbeek, and the atmosphere is full of light, whites.
When I sit down I take a moment time to check my facebook account, because it has been a long time and I have not had the time yet. Now, it says I have five rites pending, not notifications. This must be something new on facebook. And in effect, I check one, and it is a person who I don't know who organizes a rite and needs at least five people otherwise it will be canceled. Two comments by women. The person is a man. The date has already past. And there are automatic recommendations done by facebook. At leas three qualities are summed up, but I forgot.