A Bed for the Night

1. Poet on a Bicycle

Night, coming back from Leuven, am already in Herent, where the bus stops, Mechelsesteenweg, where it splits. I see on the other side, returning to Leuven, Lepe, head of poetry publishing company, and wave, and he looks and then waves too, though we are not so familiar. I am on my bicycle, but he too.

2. Prescription for Medicine

Possibly the same dream.
Night, I am alone, first outside, unfamiliar town, yet I know my way. Maybe at this point Bale already in the dream.
At a certain point I am inside, in the house of Inla or Rigr2. The person reminds me of both. I can't remember how I got here, but she receives me. And because we are alone, a bond that exists seems to rekindle. We are silent the whole time, she is especially, which is a characteristic I associate with Inla.
We sit at a table, but it is time for bed. I think I came here because I was looking for a place to sleep and maybe it was Bale who pointed out that we could stay here.
I try to make conversation and think back about when we first met, some months ago, and she says that she thought it was longer ago, like September of last year. We are drinking tea, sit on the same side of the table, right, and are facing each other. Also reminds me of my moments with Anpi.
Bale must be somewhere in the room, too, and maybe she is the one encouraging me.
At some later point not long after, Inla/Rigr2 and me are close. I don't know how it happened, and I can't remember exactly what happened, only that at a given moment we lie beside each other on the floor, as if ready to sleep, and this is still innocent, especially because I don't want to take initiative but enjoy the moment. Moreover I am in need of sleep and want to rest. We lie beside the table, still on that same side.
Then, Inla/Rigr2 takes the initiative, because that is the appropriate way to continue, and she does it in such a way that it can still go both ways, which is that she turns away from me. But I see it as an invitation to huddle against her. And when she is turned and lies on her left side, I slowly descend next to her, taking my time, being very careful. And this is a very intimate moment. She wears black. She has very broad hips. I have my right hand on them when I slowly lie myself down. And by the time I lie beside her, I am a little sexually roused, but I try to keep it to myself.
Maybe what happened after or before is that we caress each other or fiddle or hug or stroke each other, at least, my hands are at some point lightly touching hers, several times, but I avoid taking her hand, because that would be too rash. And the hands and fingers remind me of Inro.
At a certain point things are clear enough to both of us and she says she will have to take medication, and things will get complicated, and I am not very happy about it, but she wants to go for it anyway. I see her underwear, white, on the floor. Apparently, we went so far already.
She sits down and has a piece of paper. I sit too, behind on her left. Yellow. And I see the prescription she needs to take before we can continue safely, and it consists of four ingredients, most of which I can read, but I don't remember them. And I am thinking: this is worse than I suspected. She wants to continue anyway, because it is important to her. So she decides to go to the apothecary, now, in the middle of the night, in the dream it makes no difference. But when she leaves, there is also Bale and she asks whether she can come with her, which she does.
When they return, Bale leaves us alone, courteous. And Inla/Rigr2 prepares her medicine, which reminds me of Chwe and her anti-parasite medicine. When she comes back and needs to do all these things, she is now Lica, of taiji, which is rather confronting, but I wait.
In the meantime, I hear Bale, who is in the neighbourhood of the front door, a long way from us and on the left, and she calls out from there that she will now get something from the freezer. She means she will make herself some food. And in the meanwhile Inla/Rigr2 makes ready to continue, but I want to sleep.
At that time I am slowly becoming awake, and rationalizing I am fearing that Bale might kill herself and shut herself in the freezer. Then the dream ends.

+ I ask whether I have to help.

+3. Cycle Tires

Outside, leaving with bicycle. Someone, maybe person that repairs, asks whether the tires are still good, and I say yes and ride. Or I ask, and he says yes, and I take off.