Water Turns to Mead

1. Stay through the Night

I am in a building, the room is like a garage, ground floor and open at the road side, concrete, simple, empty, but for the washing basin with mirror in the corner, by the street side. The room is square. On the same side as the sink but in the back is the access to the upper floors, dark. It is evening and I am making ready to go out, either that or to go to sleep. To do that I stand before the sink with mirror and look at myself (though this did not trigger extra lucidity). I think I brush my teeth, or either I wash my hands and face.
Anyway, at first I am alone, but then the daughter of Tama, Nede, comes down with her friend, L, and they are talking, they are making ready to go out. I see them, they see me and come to me and stand with me in the corner, it is the only place of import in this room. At that point it must be 10pm.
The two of them keep talking, and I wonder whether they need to use the sink. But they just stand there and talk to each other, and I stay, out of politeness. But after a while, it starts to get late, and in the end we all stay there until 4 in the morning, which means they haven't gone out by that time, and I am past my bedtime.

2. List of Unfindable Books

Don't remember where this dream belongs chronologically. Before or after dream 1.
I'm in the shop, on the first floor, big shop, till is on the other side, and Keva is working there. I don't realize it at that point that we switched places, because in the beginning I don't see him and I have no eye for any floor but mine. I am browsing through the English novels, looking for some titles in particular. There is a customer who asks me a question and I search the shelves for her and tell her that it is normal that you don't find something, because everything is ordered more or less per theme, so you have to look different places sometimes.
Then someone calls me from downstairs, I suppose Keva, and when I look I see there is a long queue at the till, I'm sure it was not there a minute ago. I hurry downstairs, Digr also has already come, but I don't let it come to me. And so I graciously take the next customer, a little bit reluctantly, because I have a lot of work to do upstairs. This middle aged man, black hair, receding, short of stature, hands me over a note and it contains a list of books that he wants. At the same time I am relieved and irritated. Relieved because it will take me away from the till and back to my own department, because they are all English novels on it, and irritated, because it will take me some time. Usually I can find books like that in a jiffy. There are about five or six books on the list. The man stays behind and I leave the counter and the queue behind, somehow thinking that Digr will take over, as I hurry back up.
From the start I don't find any of the books and I go up and down my shelves, look everywhere twice, but I can't find a single book that is on the list. Then Brva is there and asks me what is the matter. Maybe it is because of her that I am reminded that there is extra stock in the attic, so I go take a look. This is all taking me too much time, and I don't really want to do it.

3. Fish and Chips

There is a dream in which I meet Anpi and it is a happy encounter. She is on her way to somewhere, and I follow a little.
We arrive where she's staying. Come in from the back, small door into the kitchen. Sunlight. And the kitchen, too, is small. There is a table, small, but takes all the place, on the right (left of the door) is the kitchen itself, this is where Anpi sits. I am behind the table, sitting, and behind me is a corridor, which connects the kitchen to the rest of the house. I'm not sure if this is her house, or it might be a hostel.
I'm taking food, she shares with me. Simple. Bread kind of things. But it is good.
Then two other people enter, some time later, and sit themselves at the table, they know Anpi, I don't know them, a man and a woman, they are a couple, and have been here before. At that point I'm eating fish and chips. The chips is really well fried, I mean, it is dark brown, you would not want to reheat those. The fish is white fish, fried in batter and is good, although there is more batter than fish. It is on the table in such a way that everyone can have some, but I'm the only one eating. The chips too is divided in two bowls, one is on my side and I take from those, one after the other, but the other is in the middle of the table so that all can take. But no one does. I'm the only one eating. I think that's improper and when my own bowl of chips is finished, is has kitchen paper in it like it should, then I stop. The dip sauce is also in the middle of the table, and I use that.

The other three are talking, there is some current business that needs there attention, but I cannot follow, because it is about someone I don't know.
Then the woman looks at me after a while and asks me why I stopped eating, because I haven't finished yet. Half is still on the table. But I found it impolite to continue while they were chatting. And there was another reason, which in the dream felt even more fundamental, but which I can't remember now. I did not explain any of this to her, but let her continue the conversation. But she was right, I intended to eat it all, so now I put the second bowl of chips on my side and start again. (Maybe the reason was that I was considering saying something).
In the end, the woman hands over a small piece of paper to Anpi and says that she should give that to the person they were talking about, supposedly the mother of her or Anpi, but I can't remember well. The note says: all will be well. The woman realizes that this other person will receive the note too late, but she herself will not be here then, and this is the only way to transmit the message. The other person will only come here and receive the note when she's already gone through things. In a way, the woman fears, that this other person might take it the wrong way then, because she will read it only after the events, but that is a chance she must take. I don't know what it is all about, maybe a test or examination. But it sounded very serious, and might have involved death.
Maybe I kiss Anpi on the lips at some point? Or Ande.

4. Reed Basin with Water
(Wet Dream)

We're in a big hall, like a conference hall, white. We are on one side, where the microphone and so on would be. There is only us. That is, Fras, Phpa, and me. And two other people on the side, right of me. I don't know what they are doing there but they only watch. I can't remember the details. Also, Phpa might at first have been someone else, such as Laal.
There is some sort of dais. Fras and her helper, either Laal or Phpa, are preparing something and I wander aimlessly about. They are up to something and I am not involved or I cannot be shared the secrets.
After a while things become clear. They have put, the male helper, a reed basket, which looks the size of a bathtub, on the dais, I am not on the dais, but in front of it. Fras is on the highest part, the dais on the middle part but to the edge. I think the basket or basin is too close to the edge. There is water in it, very clear (this might be a lucid moment), the basket is half full. The both take water from it with a beaker and drink it. This is surely a ritual act and I want to be part of it. I can't wait, and I'm not even sure I am allowed. This all frustrates me a little. The whole thing reminds me of both a baptism and a communion.
By that time the basket has been shoved a little over the edge and is a little askew. I see it go out of balance and I run over and hold it back, support it, and prevent it from falling. Some of the water sloshes over the rim of the basket. When it is stable again, I look in it and there is only a little water left. I take my plastic beaker and heave a little water from it in the cup. Some writing is on the cup, which marks it as my own, but it is also worn, because there are two holes in it from which the water can run, but there is not a lot in it anyway.
Now the moment has come and I feel I have to do this in a special way, so I walk around a bit to get ideas, and I see Fras thinking: why isn't he drinking rightaway? Now I'm on the left of the dais, and I start my moment. One of the things I had been trying to decide is what rune I should use, because the cup should be signed. Ansuz is my first impression, but there are others suitable, but in the end I keep it simple it stick with Ansuz. In the meanwhile I am also thinking of the words I will say, because they should alliterate, and already a first line is forming in my mind.
Before I start anything I drink from the glass, because I am thirsty, my throat feels dry. And Fras now looks surprised because the way I drink is anything but ritual. And I tell her I was thirsty, but my voice is so soft and tiny that she does not hear it and she gestures she can't hear it, but even when I repeat myself she still does not hear what I say, because at that point my voice does not carry.
So I start with my fist above the cup to sign Ansuz, I quickly glance to Fras to see if she approves, I normally don't use the fist, but she does, and now it feels more appropriate so I do it too. And I chant the rune, or at least I make an attempt, because my voice falters. Maybe I don't dare to sing loud, but it is a croak that comes out of my throat, nothing like my usual voice, I continue anyway, and I hope no one minds the bad quality of singing. It sounds as if I am hoarse, or as if my throat is broken, vocal chords are broken. Really bad. Then I start to step and say my words, which runs like a poem, I think about every word but almost to the end this goes rather fluent and I am proud of myself. Moreover, there is no hoarseness in my voice anymore. At that time in the dream every word was clear and I could have remembered word for word. I toke notes of the first line which ran like: er was eens een dag dat ik het dichten leerde. Even after saying this first line I was thinking back of what I said and considering other wording, dichtkunst instead of dichten.
There were about five lines of poetry that I brought. By the end I take more pauses because I have to end the poem in a suitable way and it must also be related to the topic at hand, or the ritual, so I look for words while I walk this way and that with the cup in my hand. And the last line I say something first and then want to change a word into sterker, because the st was the alliteration of the line before, and it is a good word I had not thought about before. And the last words must be mystiek, to refer to the ritual. And then I say punt to formally end it, but at the very same time when I say punt, Fras says punt also, as if she knew, as if she adopted just now the same conclusion and rule of formality as me.
At some point I drink the rest of the water, which has now turned into mead, because that is what I taste. It is only a small stream of fluid that enters my mouth, because the rest that was in my cup I had already drunk, maybe in the middle of the ritual, but now I have a little of the mead still in my mouth.
On that moment, when she said punt, things change, she stands before me suddenly, very close, and she is now Ande, and it is dark around us and she puts her lips on mine. I kiss back, at first I am a little wary, because I am still thinking of Fras, but then it is okay, and I still have the mead in my mouth and it is like I hear Ande say she wants to taste the mead, or my mead, though she does not say this out loud, but I therefore get the idea to kiss her on the mouth better so that I can share the mead that is in my mouth with her, and I look for her as I do this, and my tongue looks for her tongue, and quite a while, because at first she remains rather passive, or is not sure, but then it all changes, and we make contact, and tongues touch and we kiss, and the mead flows through both our mouths, and from the moment we make contact, my body reacts and it turns into a wet dream and I ejaculate, and I try to hold back as much as I can, but it comes out anyway, end of the dream. I'm rather away then, and would have wanted to take notes on the computer immediately, but did not because I needed still a bit of sleep, so I took some scarce notes, among which the first line of the poem.

5. Tax Form

There is a dream which is about filling in the state revenue papers. Tax. Light. I walk briskly from one end to the other. But I suppose this has to do with the fact that I slept lightly and turned a lot.

6. Church and Castle

Hypnagogic?
We are visiting a church, I have been here before, according to the dream, but it might just as well be Saint Peter's Church in Leuven, this one you also enter from the side, but the inside looks different than the real one. Now someone in the course of the dream explains why this could only have been a church for Saint Peter, they had no choice, because it was in the city already, I can't remember the actual reason.
There is much light in the church, and sometimes it feels like you are outside, as if the building has no roof. What makes it even weirder is that the pillars don't touch the floor, but the are suspended from above on cables, and they swing, as if in the wind. Also, they are from wood and rectangular, square, not round. Colourful.
Paintings on the walls, seats where they should be. Tourists. It does not look like this place is still used for service. A group of school children is there and they are given explanations about the church my the teacher who is a young woman dressed in red, with blond hair, in a pony tail (reminds me of Ma of Kortenberg, maybe). I follow them, it looks interesting.
I'm here with someone else, or with different people, we just stay back. Behind us, next to the entry is a wooden something and behind that are panels with portraits, medieval. 
At some point the teacher says something about these paintings and that on one of them is a person that you might know. And I remember the story, because it is the ancestor of someone still alive, but it was not an important person, but the painter himself or something like that, very humble. And I look at the portraits, don't find him, though know I've seen him there before. Then behind the wooden construction I see his picture, like that of a beggar, in the dark and the shadows.
At that point Grdr is there, because she is related to the offspring, or knows him very well.
This and that.
We go out of the church because it is noon and we need something to eat. In the hallway of the entry, when we left the church, we turn back, and see that the whole complex is in fact a castle, and we go in right of the church entrance and come to a different place, but I can see the teacher in red with the children, which means there is a connection from the church to this place. Down and farther to the right I see the restaurant and go there. We sit down, not much is left, other people before us have left some things, such as the cheese and tomatoes of pizza and bits and pieces of spaghetti. There is a small basket with bread, and we start eating the leftovers. Maybe later we shall go and order something. I take a spaghetti that I found on the floor but don't touch it because it does not look like I would like it, so I stick to the pizza. The other two have the spaghetti, one of them take it between a flat bread that he has brought with him, offers it to me, but I don't want it. He has courgette too, but I think he had that with him already.