Blooded Twin Swords

1. Posting a Letter to Grandmother

Something about music and cd's, inside, but with sight to outside, maybe a shop, building like apartment block looking out to the street.
There is a boy with his father who only knows alternative music, but he does not know mainstream music. In the dream, only those two genres exist. And now the boy is confronted with normal music, because I buy both, or they play both kinds in the shop.
I say it is difficult to follow both genres.
Light in the shop, outside already dark, I go outside, following N and Bale, we are all going in the same direction, but on a different pace, I am the last one, Bale is a long way ahead. We go by bicycle. A&D are also somewhere in the dream.
I am wearing a pullover or many pullovers of Bale, but I also have my own pullovers with me, in a bag, like a clothing carrier bag, paper one, I carry these for when it gets cold. I had in mind to follow Bale close because I have her stuff in the bag, but now that she is out of sight, I leave it and stop and put the bag on the pavement. This is a lane, she has gone left. Street, then there are trees and then the pavement, lots of place. I am there with my cycle.
This reminds me of Holland, in particular The Hague, where my grandmother lived.

I prepare to follow, Bale long gone, so I stay where I am, at the side of the road, it is deep in the night, and everyone is sleeping. Very late.
Then I see someone, but I care not, maybe I should feel guilt or shame, because of the late hour still being awake, of because of being left behind, I don't remember.
I have a letter with me, and I think this is the right time to post it. It is already closed and stuck shut and addressed to my granny. But I need a stamp to send it, because I could put it in a mailbox rightaway, but I need a stamp first. I see on my right I see a post office. The pavement stays the same for some time toward it but then it opens up, no more trees, broad path, and houses, but a post office is among them. I go there.
I go in that direction, and I see a girl leave that building and incidentally coming my way. I assume she works there so I will go to her. I recognize her, since she is a girl that works in the pasta bar. Dark skin.
We meet halfway and I ask her if she has stamps.
She goes back to the office and I follow behind from a distance. She returns with three stamps and tells me that if you buy three you get a discount. It seems I can't ask for one only. At this point the dream is rather blurry. Fact is that I don't know how much I should pay, because she assumes I can calculate with her announcement of the discount how much it will be, since I do know how much one costs. But I can't do it. After some time she helps me, thoroughly, she makes the calculations out loud so that I can follow, saying one stamp is that much, three is that much, the discount works like this, distract that amount of that amount and this is the price you get. But because the dream is vague at this point, I can't actually understand what she says. I pay anyway, too much, so that I am sure, and I will get change. She puts my coins in her drawer with all the coins, maybe this is inside, but I think we are still half outside.
She gives back the wrong change, and I point this out, however unsure I am, and I take the right one out of her cash drawer, a fifty cent coin, which I gave her in the first place. Then she gives me back her fifty cent coin, that she changed wrongly, and after some doubt I accept it, she does not disagree. Her cash drawer is full of 50 cent coins. Light in the shop. If I can calculate well, now I will have more change than I should have got, but I keep it.
Then I start to go back to the hotel, which was the first building. And I have the letter in my hand at all times, feels thick, as if a long letter, the stamp is already on it, on the envelope.
At the other side of the street I see walking the other way an older man who looks Asian, has glasses and he looks a little familiar. When I get closer I think it must be my dad. I go to him, and only when I am very close is it really my dad.
I am surprised he is still awake and I suspect he wanted some loneliness or being alone and thought could find his peace in the wee hours of the night, and now I am here. I tell him about the letter and what I am up to, but he says that we will leave in the morning, which is Sunday morning, and that we will have no time to post the letter. I am a bit disappointed because I was looking forward to another day of Holland.
When I go inside the hotel again, I am regretting that I wrote something on the outside of the envelope, because everyone will be able to read it, and it started well, but it is not finished, and I can't find the original words or thought and now I try to make a sensible phrase or expression from it, but it does not work, it reads like "I was glad beating you, will beat etc.." But it is not a whole sentence, but "beat" or "beating" is certainly in it. Somehow in the dream my thinking associates this with Aegir.
When I enter the hotel I take a side entrance, someone else is coming outside of the hotel too, and uses this door, I think, because the main doors are broken up, they are working here. You can still pass though, but the door on the side, left, is open and this is easier.
When I am inside I see Ancl, who is busy solving puzzles, crosswords and so on. But I had seen her earlier in the dream too.
This is about where the dream ends.

(First recording of the night).

2. Seascape Map

Long story, but I remember only fragments.
Night, Holland, coming together, I wear a t-shirt only, maybe underpants, white t-shirt with design, no pants, naked.
Something about ships? And I see a map of the coast and someone tells me about the history of the names of places underwater, the hills have names from the time when it was overground, or because ships with that name or captain sank to the bottom and became these places. The sea bottom is green and sandy. Fortresses on the coast map. South Dutch sea.
I am at home with medication, first one package, but soon four, I think my dad reminds me of the other ones or at least one other. I want to leave, I can't sleep.
I got a sudden energy boost from two guests (?) and this was applied directly on the body, they pointed to my chest or something, I can't remember well, but I had a reaction and this was that energy that was locked up in my body was suddenly released and available. Home is house of parents.
I prepare myself to go. Something about the computer. My dad is awake and rises, what shall I do now?

3. Female Enemy Kills Herself

Maybe the same dream.
In the night, outside, I am pursuing the guilty person, I am on a mission and I carry weapons. I go about my business with two swords, me alone. Two katana. Then I find the woman I was looking for and this is in a park at night, and she is a member of a group of women, but I pursue her and drive her into a corner and assault her because she is guilty of something.
This happens twice, the first time was somewhere else with those two katana, but I can't remember it. Then this second time I am holding two Congolese swords, my own two, they differ from each other, and I hold them well, which is strangely unusual.
When I confront her, she stands still and goes before me unafraid, because she knows she is caught now and lost. The only thing she can do is prevent me of cutting her, and she tries to convince me. She is naked in a way that she has not even skin and I see all her red muscles of her body. And this somewhat prevents me of cutting her. She challenged me by saying which muscles I should cut, I look at the muscles of her chest. I don't listen to her, shut my ears in a way.
Because I feel I can't cut her muscles, when she is done explaining, I tell her that I would rather slit an artery. In my opinion that would be clean and she would die a better death. She does not agree and attacks me. I defend myself and counter. I stab her, wound her, more than once, and with both swords, because I carry one in my left hand and the other in my right hand. And she bleeds.
Then she is completely desperate, although I haven't killed her or pained her seriously, but she again realizes she can't win, and with two hands she takes her own sword and puts the point on the centre of her chest, and until that moment I don't know what will happen, but now she stabs herself, and the blade sinks deep and easy into her body, while she has a normal body by this time, and kills herself.
I am upset about it and shocked, and this is not at all what I wanted. But I go away.
Chve is the first person I meet underway and tell her what happened, because she is a police agent. There are other people in the near who are her colleagues. But I want to talk to her alone and this works.
Then there is nothing left for me to do except going to my brothers and tell them the news. I go to the place where I met them last, which is the place where I started. I enter from the backside, large hall, empty but for the table on the other end where my two brothers are eating, the table is too long for only them. And the first part of the hall, which is where I enter and which is higher is completely empty.
I am somewhat surprised they are still eating, because it is late in the night and that means that all this time they have been eating here, non stop. I would have expected them to be asleep, both of them. But I go to them and show them the swords, blooded, red on metal.
I don't say a word because I have no words, only a small sense of victory may be present, but what is more that I have no the feeling that there is a real end made to a long chapter of life. I pass the table on the right, look at my brothers. I lay down the swords on the table, near them so they can see, but not between them, so they can still eat. And I continue my walk and go to the end of the room where I step outside through the French windows and enter the cool night outside.
Outside it is dark and there is grass because of the lawn, enclosed garden, and I somehow hope there is water so I can wash my hands. I think by myself ironically, wash them in innocence. But although it might have rained there is no water. Yet I kneel, and then there are patches of snow on the lawn and I take some dirty snow in my hands and wash my hands in this.
When I am there I also find something something (can't read notes).
But I go back inside and give my report, explain. End of dream.

(Second recording of the night).

4. School Project

Backyard of parents, lots of school children about, all in small groups of boys and small groups of girls. The situation was a bit more complex because I think the dream started elsewhere and explained the presence of these kids, adolescents, teens.
I in particular am in search of one particular girl, although I don't know who.
From when the dream becomes a little more lucid, I remember a Chinese student who goes to sleep but also hopes for a date. The street outside is dark, but I remember earlier in the dream we passed there and there must have been some discussion about girls and dating. Now it is night, the students goes to bed, which is a half open corner in a hangar, sofa, all red, on the three sides, and on his left and on his right are the same kind of boxes that serve as student housing. On the left is a couple. Yet when the girl enters which the Chinese student hopes for goes to this first box first and enjoys herself with the man of the couple. When she is done, she packs her stuff from the floor where she put her things and then goes to the next box, which is that of the Chinese student.

Other scene, by day, maybe next day, light, house of parents. School kids.
I am part of no group but must go through the same things as the others, which is, to make an end project, and to have interest in girls. And maybe I am part of the organization.
Taiji is being given at some point, inside, light, and I go in, through the veranda, class is already halfway, I can't remember whether I joined. But I learn what can be learned and follow this class and I see one girl who stays behind and is on her own, and at that point she looks nice, she dresses extravagant, she is rather small, stands out, but keeps to the background. She is rather good at taiji.
I am new to the style of taiji.
I remember that when I am back in the garden with some school teenager friends, these friends point out to me that this girl is also here and she is practicing taiji, and I think the way she performs is really beautiful. And I consider going over and asking her about it, she interests me, but at that point she is not good looking anymore. And I don't know what to do.
At some point in the dream there is also individual training going on and I have to go back inside for this, but I go for personal reasons and don't want to be disturbed by others at all. It is the same feeling as when you have to take a leak, and maybe I am actually going to the toilets. But at the same time it is sunbathing, in those machines. And after a while another man enters and joins and says to me: finally there is some room. Which means that he tried earlier, in an earlier session and that it must have been crowded then, but at that time I was not here in the complex or not aware of it.
He needs to do this thing for health reasons, and I wondered why an old man like him would be here among students and do something like this, but he really needs it and I forgive him. This shows after his session, when he is able to move a little freer. His body is so stiff, his muscles are so stiff otherwise that he can barely move, and he must be in pain. Also sweat.
Outside in the garden, group of boys, this is the moment I described earlier, about the taiji girl. One of these boys has found his girl.
Towards the end of the dream I go back to the terrace, and feel better here, more beauties are here, and I spotted a group of them some time ago, among which is one girl that I recognize, because she comes in the shop now and then. All of them have long hair, either light brown or blond. And there is a contraption that looks like a bunk bed, in the middle of the terrace, and I go on top, the bed is only the wooden skeleton, so I can peek through the planks, which I do. And this one girl is underneath, she has not seen me, but when she moves to the other side of her bed and I can't see her well, I ask her to move back and this she does, so she is rather compliant and sweet.
After a while her friends come back and they are a little wary.
By now it is clear that everyone present, as a student, must contribute a project. The girls were busy here in the neighbourhood and I look at what they made, something with bicycles. At that point I am no longer in the bed, moreover, the bed is gone, and I am at the side, and watching them with their project, and I tell them what it is. Three bikes, among which my own, which is why I look and am interested, because I never gave permission to do that. But I like how these bikes are fitted into each other, as if a puzzle, and this I tell them and they are surprised that I can tell what it is they are making, because it is far from finished, and I explain that I see a parallel with what I used to do with lego when I was a kid, but that they don't understand.
A little later their project is both 3D and 2D, because the bikes are standing on a picture, and a long drawing is made on the floor, and goes on the side of the house, and also has meaning, maybe originally as a race track, but it is no longer, geometric and interdimensional. This is a grid. Other people come and take a look. (Can't read notes here).
Some scene I can't remember, but anyway, people gather, teachers are there, all around this grid, teachers on the end side, we with the boy who is going to give details on the beginning side. And he explains how this is a diagram of forces and energy, and he demonstrates with blue and green balls that move across the grid and fall in different places marked, but although it is clear to me then, I miss some core explanation about it and I can't put it in words either.
I ask no questions, but I go inside, which is in the garage, through the door, because that is more or less where I was standing then. There my attention is immediately called by a text on runes that I had not heard of before or maybe I knew it but have always dismissed it because it is of a very late period or has no real link with the root of the tradition. Now people ask my advice, and I take the book, which is big, and I know who it is that wrote it, and maybe a German philosopher. The text is in Dutch or English and in columns. And the first rune I see is Uruz, and from there onward the text is about runes and I read it and understand it, this is information I have never came across before but it is relevant and important, just the kind of information I would like to know about the runes. Somehow it is a very mathematical approach, although I don't see it that way, I see it as magic. One rune starts the formula, and the others modify, add or distract aspects. After Uruz I read about two a-runes, each of them written differently, and I wonder what runes they are, because they are written in the Latin alphabet and not in runes. The runes are all represented by Latin characters, but marked bold in the text. And after a while it is as if some Medieval teacher is teaching me and he says, with his white beard flowing, and dark yellow pointy hat, that for example you start with f and add o and th, and this will be this or that kind of formula, but if you want to modify it in this way or that, then at this and this, and so on, so you see the formula gets longer, and soon enough you have 15 runes. And I think he means that 15 is the maximum. And I see a lot of examples on the page, still the same left page, and all of them start with the foth formula, these are notes in the book. And I understand some of the meanings, such as r, how it modifies the initial rune. But it was too much information to harness and remember.
This is a book of Faust. How do you forge a spell?
After that weird intermezzo I go back outside, because I want to know more about this diagram or grid that is drawn on the floor, because I don't fully understand it yet, in the dream, but I want to. Still, the boy is not able to explain the essence to me. And I like to try a demonstration myself, teachers are present, and I go to the beginning side and have a long reed through which I will push or blow energy, to move three balls, as marbles, but they are much bigger, in the right column. And I look for the centre of the first ball, which is difficult, because I am a long distance away, maybe two or three meters, and the reed is flexible. Then I push and the balls absorb the kinetic energy and go forward, all three of them. I don't think the experiment was intended for that, only the last one should move. And what's more, I am still working in one dimension, and I want to know how dimensions relate to each other and how the can influence each other. I'm still missing the point and no one can explain me, but I know that the diagram holds the secret. End of dream. End was rationalizing already, when I philosophized that balls could return or jump column by applied force.