Remember My Dreams

1. Torn Key

Street of parents, nightfall, still light, quality colours. We were all at the end of the street, maybe at Stco's. Now, my brother N and I go back home, but parents are still there. So my brother and me come home and the house is closed. I have a key or there is a key on the door and I open it, this one I turn is so soft that it starts to tear, so I stop. And the lock itself was tearing as well. So it is broken anyway.
There were other keys and locks I opened, other doors.

2. Sex Session

Inside a house with many people who more or less know each other. Not very light. The ground floor is divided in different section, each on a different level, like terraces. Up on the right is a kitchen area but I don't go there. The living room is the middle in front and the lower one on the left. And behind is something like a separation and other areas are behind that that I can't remember being there, but more people are there. This is some kind of get together.
At some point towards the end of maybe the weekend I lie down on the floor of the middle living room, to the left side, and with somebody, a woman I recognize as Rigr. Other people have sex or had sex already, and people are pairing up, especially the girls are active this time. And there is some meaning or purpose in this, and I go with the flow, which is why I am on the floor, without understanding all of it, while the girls around me know the whole context. I think even one or two or watching us and giving remarks.
It is very slow and I don't know what I should do, but we undress ourselves lying there, and still I'm not sure about the whole thing, also neither of us is really excited. She is not very wet, and my member not all the way ready. I touch her pussy to feel if she is ready, and there is some wetness, but not in the right places. I put my finger in her, and she likes that and she actually thinks that I enter her, but I did not even know I was allowed, but I know it now. This is when there is more interference from the onlookers, and some have sex of their own. She says that she did not expect it to be hard, but of course it was not, and her remark made sense since all the earlier sessions with other girls and boys were the same and the idea is like this that it never works like that if you do a quick one on the spot with a stranger, it will never work.
After that I realize I am lying with someone else. And after that with another still, but this third time for sure is a man, also someone I know, but can't remember who. But we were already finishing and he gets up and goes away to the right.
That is the end of the dream as far as I can remember, but before there might have been a fragment with a bathroom., too.

3.  Dream Memory Substitute

I come home or it is time to work, but I am in the kitchen of my parents which is part of the shop, so more open and spacious. I sit down at my regular place and there is a computer there on the table. And Keva is in the neighbourhood, and he is exactly the person I was looking for, because I have been away for the night or the night and the day, and had asked him to watch my dreams, and now he is there and I ask him. And he says, yes yes I remember your dreams, and I see the piece of paper empty, which means that he did not take any notes and I am angry with him and I tell him. This is a red piece of paper, maybe a quarter of a normal sheet.
He stands to my right, but remains cheerful and says something, like he had a dream about two windows and it was very bright, and I recognize the dream as my own, because it is exactly what I dreamed, and I tell him, and he continues, saying something like 'do you remember you swung your sword' and I do because I had  just dreamed it and it is totally weird that he remembers my dreams. This was an experiment, but apparently it works. The sword was a katana, an in my own dream it got longer when I swung it once, towards the window, this in an upstairs apartment room with not much space. So I found a slight difference, but I am still amazed. Everything he said he remembered was just the same as I dreamed myself.
And he says he would like to see my report, but I don't want to do that because there is some personal stuff in it too, that he does not know, such as the sex in the earlier dream, which I also remembered, but he must have remembered it in a slightly different way. And I am still mad at him.
I have the red paper in my hands and want to begin typing.
Later we are really in the shop, but Keva is no longer here and I have to take over his work. I am in one particular place in the shop, right side, but very small, long. Shelves on the right. Stuff is on the shelves that should not be there, so Keva left me with a lot of work, for which I am not thankful.
First on the left side of the shelves, then in the middle. Can't remember the details but I did a lot of things. Other people were in the neighbourhood, which made it more difficult, because there really was not much room.

4. Window

Dream starts when I wake up and sit up on a large table which before was my bed and I have breakfast and I look out to the street which is the Naamsestraat, the left side if you come from the centre.
The window is open, but in this case that means the whole wall on the street side is open, because the window stretches from one side to the other, and the view is amazing, though just the street. I am high enough and not ground level. Then I see people's heads, which means that my apartment or room is not very high above ground level, but maybe only something between one or two meters. And from across the street I see three Chinese people, a woman, a girl, and someone else, leave a shop which reminds me of the music shop near Stuk. And the young girl sees me, crosses the street, wears something light green, and comes towards to verify if she can really see inside the house. Much light. I am not sure what to think of it, I was not prepared for it but I'm not going to close the windows just because of that. So I let her look, but there is no interaction, when she is at the house she can barely see over the top, which is my floor.
But after that there is more openness, and other people look inside. There is one family in particular that I guess are Dutchmen. A family, man, woman, boy, girl. The boy is the youngest and still small, but can walk and has a toy in his hand, he is very curious and climbs over the wall to that he comes in on my floor, because my windows are also the whole length from floor to ceiling. And he comes in some way.
The father is not very happy about it and comes nearer, he is tall, and apologizes to me, and I say it is okay, but he wants to get his son back and therefore comes in too. Then the whole family follows and I am still at breakfast, not dressed at all. In the meantime the boy is behind me.
What the people in the street look at in fact is the painting I have hanging behind me, and I know that. This is the wide piece of cloth I have hanging in my apartment, with the two dragons, the red and the yellow. The son gives some comments about it, did that before.
I want to get up and get the boy, but the father stops me. Just as well, because I am stark naked, which I realize then. The family once entered will go out the back, which is of course the normal way. I watch them go through the door. And maybe I walk a little with them. Of course the family is quick to leave, but the boy stays behind, playful, and rather comfortable being here. And in the hall, which is still my apartment, because this is right behind my room, and on the right is the door and the stairs, he starts to dance. And he does that very well, which I did not expect from such a small boy.
Not long after the dream ends, but I can't remember well how. This was the very last dream, possibly already 9am.

+ 5. Black Tourmaline

Stones, black tourmalin, and others, arranged throughout the otherwise empty house, different rooms and grey light, only ground floor, hosted by a man. Arranged in three to five stones, window sill, tables, floor. Other crystals too, maybe just rock crystal. I am amazed to see so many stones at once in a house. But the host keeps the stones here.