The Hermit Landlady

1. Cycling Danger

Dream starts in a university hall, the rector is there, a group, we are being guided by a tourist guide. The elder ones follow behind. Something with a man horse, centaur?
When we leave this place, we are still a group, we go behind another place and not the ordinary route so people don't spy on us, and I intend to leave and go a certain way. The others follow me. After the building behind which we walk, we go left, and cycle, all of us, and a little bit further we turn right and enter a field, there is a field path, but it is covered with grass, a little steep slope up, but once in the field it is still difficult to cycle, because of the grass, there is no real road, but tracks seem to exist, and I have been here before. It is deep, this path, but that does not make it more functional.
Feels like the Diestsesteenweg. Only it is in the country side.
After a while, I'm behind and two others, and the rest is ahead, they go a little faster and I let them, because there is only one way. Then suddenly from the country side we enter the high road and cars and trucks drive by fast, we are there from one moment to the other and it is a little surprising and suddenly we have to be cautious, but I will not slow down or stop or go to the side, we can use this road and it will go a lot faster. More dangerous, too.
There is a tunnel ahead, that will be even more difficult, because there will naturally be less room.
When we enter the highway, I am with these two other guys, and we get in between trucks, three in front of us, in a row, and one behind us. We go fast now. I try to keep up, we have to go at least as fast as the trucks and keep moving. One of those guys has a girl on his shoulders, that was the only way to have her travel, he carries her.
Then in the tunnel two others get an accident, we arrive later, but I can't remember what happened, I don't think I enter the tunnel at all, dream stops with that.
 
2. Double Mind
 
Possibly the same dream
In the dream, because of my actions (?), people think I'm crazy (in the sense of being overcourageous). At some point I talk to Svdb, him I can trust. At some point, Svdb says I have to read the book of the grey shrimp.
Later, I lay down on top of a table, this is my final destination, something with a puppet, or like a puppet (which reminds me of Rachel of Terry Goodkind's books).
There is a doctor in the neighbourhood and I explain to him that my mind is not my own. There is something going on that feels like possession. The things I do are someone else in me, but I am aware of what happens, though no control. Someone else's mind has been put into mine. And this mind has no other body or no other place to go.
I have a book at hand in which I had been reading on my own here. While I'm on the table, like a doctor's table, only in the middle of a normal room, I sit up and see notes on the floor and elsewhere near me, five euro notes, two of them, by the leg of the table, on my right. And some on the bed as well.
I don't want the doctor to see those fivers, and I want to pick it up.

3. Fencing

Fencing?
Car making u-turn?
Norwegian Wood, of Murakami? Or at least something that reminds me of this book and story.

4. Door to a New Floor

We are on our way to somewhere, we stop to rest a little, sit at a table.
A while nothing happens, the room reminds me of the kitchen of my parents. Nothing special happens, although we meet with the people who run this place, complex building, weird atmosphere.
Everyone goes to the bathroom, I have to go too, but I wait till everyone's gone, so that I can go in all peace.
So I go as last. I think in the meanwhile we also try to eat or drink, but I'm not sure anymore.
The bathroom is to the left, public toilets, big room, for boys. Other people are still here. One person was not back and is still there. But two women who work here are chatting and idling in the room.
The place does not look like a bathroom, although there are a bunch of separate rooms next to each other, I check one of those, the one all the way on the left, but I don't find the toilet. It seems to be a shower, mandir maybe. And I feel like I don't understand while everyone else apparently does.
I say nothing and I go to the other side. Opposite is a balustrade. Like a balcony, that is, you look one or two floors down. And I take a pee here. Beneath me I can see yellow water, so I must be right. Of course, this is a place where everyone in the room can see you, there is no extra door or wall or whatever, but I pee down, and it goes in the big basin that looks like an old swimming pool, length of the room.
Closer to the side of the balustrade is another long, but narrow pool of water that I think is an aquarium, and I even see fishes. The aquarium is so full that the water goes over the edge. Yellow as well, and at that point I think it is a bit filthy, because the fish have to live in that. But when my pee slows down it naturally comes down in that one, and I don't give a damn.
Then I feel like I have to take a shit as well and realize that will be a little more difficult here, knowing that peeing is already difficult. I turn around because I want to check the bathroom. People are still there, they don't make a move. People keep looking for the toilet, where it actually is, and I'm the same. (This is the earlier fragment, should come here).
I enter one of those places, and I don't find a toilet, and the little room looks really old, old-fashioned. It looks more like a room for changing clothes, when you go for a swim. I think, this must have been a pool ages ago.
At this moment, two young people keep this place open, as far as I can tell, and we trust them, although they are only students and live here and rent a room here, so they are not really in charge, but the lady who is, does not want to show herself, she keeps to herself. These two are Spanish students. They are a boy and a girl.
When I'm back at the table, we get something to eat, I am at the left corner. I put salt in my dish, whatever it was, but the salt itself has a taste too, and comes in portions in plastic bags that you have like for boemboe. So it is herbs too. I'm sitting a bit to the side or at the edge, so I'm not all the way with my feet under the table.
I'm late with eating, everyone else is finished, but there are still a lot of plastic bags on the table. Small, square, wood. The students are on the right, behind me, somewhere. There is a door that leads in front, and one behind us through which we entered this place.
I cut open a bag and put it on my food, everyone at the table corrects me. I took the wrong bag, but I can't tell the difference. These things are transparent anyway. There is a whole assortment of it.
Three packs of salt I already had, now I take the fourth portion, but again I make a mistake and open it wrongly. That is when things become hysteric, or people panic, because I should of all things not have touched that one bag. It's too late for that know. I did not know, everyone else did, they were informed, while I was away.
Now I see what is in it. The table was divided in two, there was something in the middle, because one part was higher or something, or it was originally two tables put together. This bag was in the centre, but on my side of the table. In it was a necklace, pearls, very beautiful. I realize why I should not have touched it. And I'm thinking, yes, I'm not going to buy this, because I'm not a woman. If I would then this situation would turn out okay, but now it is hopeless, they can't sell it again.
My brother D is there and he says: but that is not your kind of thing, and you will not buy it anyway. Is what he says. And the two students really cannot laugh with the situation, this is bad. They say they have to go and get the landlady, she must know. 
I still don't know what I did wrong. In the meanwhile I'm thinking of a solution. We could open the other bag, and transfer both contents. And then I see some of the bags have a different closing mechanism and we can use that, like tape, to close the original one, and it will look like nothing has happened. But it will not do.
During this whole thing, the boy student says he has not seen the land lady since 2009. Everyone is a little shocked to hear that. She must really be a special case. So those two students take the door behind us and a stairway down. They will look for her. Also during this whole thing, because we are not serious about it, because it feels like we've stepped in a different world, the necklace has fallen onto the floor. I'm not urged to go and take it.
After a while I decide I should take my responsibility and go after them and share the punishment when they meet the landlady. So I get up and take the stairs to the cellar (it reminds me of the cellar of my parents). While I do this I know it is the right thing to do.
When I am below, there is a whole different floor, big and complex, I am in a t-shirt only, I am wearing no pants, naked there. This is because my pants got wet or dirty, when I tried to go to the toilet. Or it is still wet because it has just been washed, I put it in the wash.
I go nonetheless, decided.
And I actually find this woman. She has grey hair. Can't remember what happened. She sees me, she is a distance away from me, again, where she stands feels like the kitchen, and I come in, but the room is big. She is Spanish too. I can't tell her age. I think she got grey hair because she's always alone in the dark.
Anyway, I go with the landlady back upstairs. In the meanwhile, I know this house has even more levels. And this is what happens, because when we should arrive back where I came from, she opens a different door and she says: is the house something something. She means to say: is this the house you came from and where she originally came from but she can't remember, because it's been too long for her. Is this the house? I answer: no, because my floor is still higher up.
But, we go in anyway, and on this floor everything is new. Something something flushed with water? Means maybe living room under water, can't remember.
Anyway, the conclusion is that everything has been healed when I enter the different door, the one she opened.
That is where the dream ends, and I feel a little different.