Time Magic

1. Badminton

Dreams in which I am still in the mental state of playing badminton. At the same time normal dream events seem to take place, but the quality is forcefully influenced by my warrior spirit.

2. Spiritualist at Work

Possibly connected with the above.
A salloon, everyone watches, someone in the room is doing an experiment, this is the kind of thing spiritualists do. There is an almost eerie atmosphere. There are two dead kids. Can't remember the context. They were wearing red, I think. This was a lucid moment, but I forgot. Was in the middle of the night, still dark outside.

3. Eating and Drinking a Cocktail with Tivd

I'm in a big modern building, on an upper floor and maybe a sports complex. I leave the private quarters and come in the public area, which in this case is a pub or restaurant, everything very posh, but simple, soft colours, reds. Big glass windows on the whole length of the side.
I go to the bar, which looks like a cocktail bar, it must still be morning, a bar tender is cleaning his glasses with a towel, and there are not much people, maybe two others beside me.
I sit on one of the stools, but there is a long table in the middle, next to the bar, and a row of stools on both sides of the long small, slender, table. Very stylish.
I'm at the corner and I bump into Tivd who sits there, so I cannot but go sit with her, which I think she might not like, but I do it anyway. She's already awake. High table top.
I have a book with me, small, from ages ago. It has recipes. They are vestiges of a competition, probably in poetry and not in cooking. I have made these, the poems and the recipes.
I look in the book, then my brother N also comes at table, and a lesbian couple which now sits on the far end is interested and comes nearer.
When I look at them I also see the kitchen, which is an open kitchen, on the far end of the room, sushi plate, and a lone cook is working there. I see him do clumsy stuff, and he looses a tooth on the hot plate, and he bends over and goes with his mouth over the place where the tooth is lying because he reasons that might put it back in his mouth, but of course that does not work. I wonder if he burnt his tongue.

4. Toy Soldiers Waking

Somebody is ill. She (I think) is in the kitchen, lying on the floor. The kitchen is a small place and consists of two adjacent rooms that are rectangular. I suppose one is for cooking and the other for eating, but they are separate of the living room, which is next to it, but there is only the small door, and I am in the living room, in the part that is furthest of the entrance of the house, which I don't see.
I'm on the floor too, maybe sitting. It has been a long time since I was here, but I recognize the place very well (and it reminds me of the house of Bale's parents, though the plan is different).
There are two women in the house, they help the girl. I'm not sure I should help. The two women I don't know, the girl maybe is acquainted. But I go to the kitchen. In the meanwhile one of the women has already done an operation on the girl, who is still lying flat on the floor, so they do this just then and there. The body is naked, which is necessary for the operation. And I think the woman has cut her open, the front, because she lies on her back, looking for the source and trying to cut that away, and though she thought she had a good chance, she now admits that it did not help. This is the moment I arrive.
The woman does this operation, or maybe the second one, in the cooking area first, which is where I entered, but the girl is in the other section, so the operation has been done at a distance, even if only a meter or two. Then the woman goes and takes a look to see how the girl is doing, but she sees that she is still ill. The woman says that she can still be saved and tries again. Now she stays in the room with her, and cuts the front open and I see all the innards. When I see this I consider helping and approach. Meanwhile the woman was ready with a wet towel to clean the guts, thoroughly. But when I arrive, of course, because of my lack of expertise, I make things worse. The girl is unconscious, maybe from the start. At this point the girl is so naked she does not have any skin wrapped around her either anymore.
The woman wants to wash the organs, which look healthy and colourful, and have colours such as green and orange and white, which looks like that of a puppet, but I think it is a nice thought to wash it, even if the girl is in such a bad condition that it is considered hopeless.
In the process, my t-shirt has become wet, white one, and I take it off and leave it there when I leave the kitchen, this is in the first section (cooking area).

So I go back to the living room and sit down on the floor.
There's toys in the neighbourhood, have always been there, and I remember I used to play with them in those times. I've got a rucksack or bag with me and am looking for new clothes, but I can't find any.
Now Bale's mother comes in from behind me I think, and it has become evening, and she wants to help me. And Bale's father is also in the house, I see him. Bale's mother still has a shirt that I used to wear when I was staying here back then. It is yellow or beige and too small, and looks a bit dirty, but I take it when she presents it. Luckily, in the meanwhile I found something myself, and wear this.
I don't move from my spot and when it is night I stay there and sleep on the floor, in the exact space. I am surrounded by the toys. I recognize more and more of it from back then. Soldiers I played with, and animals, stuffed ones and other kinds, in another box. The soldiers are in front of me, and when I lie there, and look, the toys are coming to live, I think the animals first, then the soldiers, they organize themselves, are with many, and prepare for a war. My brother N is also here, and I suppose he lies on the floor somewhere too.
These soldiers are people from back then that are awaking now. That is, when some of these awake, they become real people and sit at a table. I watch full of wonder how this happens. There is first this young man who wakes, and then the girl next to him, he on the left and she on the right. They were a couple so many years ago, a lifetime ago. In all those time they have aged as well, although they don't realize it, until they look at each other. This moment is quite lucid. He sees her first, and they look at each other and are happy, but then he sees the old age setting in with her, because she has no more teeth and her lips and cheeks fall in, and he backs a little, but then is gentle enough to get closer again and kiss her. They hug each other, still sitting. Other people in their neighbourhood are coming awake.
The magic of what is happening is that the soldiers and awakening people can only fulfill their destiny tonight, one of the reasons is because I am here, and things have to happen now.
But I have no more of the dream and think that was about the end, though I might have forgotten details here and there. I remember that the parents of Bale went in the private part of the house, which was behind me, and the light was different there, but it also looked like a closet, though a room, greenish white light, tl-light maybe. High ceiling, stuff stacked there, old things, and them, and a ladder or stairway up to their quarters. And I go in this room and back, but I leave the rooms their privacy. I am not sure were this fragment fits, somewhere when the mother helps me with the t-shirt.

5. Infected by the Towel

Maybe the same dream. My brother N has pictures, photographs. He goes outside. Outside, on the street, there is light, bright. I know I have to follow my brother, because I have to tell or do something. I can't read my notes, but I think it was something dangerous, and I should warn him.
The thing is that he had touched the towel, which was inside, white, and I did too, but that means were are both contaminated or contagious, infected. But we do come back, inside I mean, as if things have not had an effect on us (?), but not in the same (I can't read notes) house (?), living room (?). Then something about saying goodbyes, which is the hard part.

6. Veranda

There was a last dream, fragment, which was at home of parents, N and me in the veranda, go to the side of the living room, which is open, and Inro is there and comes to me, steps over and into the veranda. But that is all I remember.
+ I am also handed over a newspaper, Het Belang van Limburg, maybe the same dream.