A Balloon Ride with the King

1. Black Gay and Haunted Concert

Big hall with sections like a library, but full of school books, dark, reds. 
Upstairs in my college apartment, I wake up after a night of going out, and a black man my age is in my bed too. In the dream I know him, but this I find a bit too familiar, though I must have agreed to it for the time being, but now with the morning not anymore. He is obviously gay and everyone knows, I don't mind if he sleeps one night in my room or bed, but that's it. I went out the night before with him. He has short hair, shaved. Nothing happened in the night, but in the morning I still make clear to him in words that I'm not gay.
He feels a little guilty, while it really does not matter to me.
I make myself ready to get up. White socks, which I already wear and then I put big grey ones of wool on top of that. The room is nice by the way, long and one room with all the facilities, bed is in the middle on the right, left side is the outside wall with windows, back side is entry, stairs. 
(Can't read notes then).
Downstairs. Things are very busy, because of the schoolbooks, it is like I am the only one there who has nothing to do with these kind of books, but all the other young people run about like ants. But I helped organize this so that is why I am here.
I walk through the hall.
Later I go to a cafe, house, small training hall maybe, there will be gigs. We arrive there early, by car. Can't remember who was with me, but later certainly D, and later Soro too. The place is kind of creepy, and I know from another time that it is haunted, but we have some appointment or other or were invited. When we arrive we go inside, inside it is open, no roof and the building is on a hill in the woods on a top and looks a bit like a ruin, English country side. Dark already, nightfall.
The host guides us and I know we will have to be cautious because it is haunted, and the longer we stand there listening to the man, the more dead people gather, first one, then another, sometimes in twos or threes, never very close. I know they are harmless, but I don't want to be touched by them anyway, so I move everytime. We stay because we want to hear the music. Maybe something with Michael Jackson.
But also a person named Feynman is mentioned, by one of the men who came with us. He will come later.
Now it gets kind of full and there is no way you can move around without bumping into another person. All the other persons are ghosts. There is an upstairs walk. D and S take this at some point.

At some point I get a present from someone, a lute of some kind, wood all the way, no strings, this looks like a sculpture. I don't really know what it is, but the person giving it to me thinks it is valuable, and I accept, I think it is nice. And it is really carved well, but it is certainly not a musical instrument, more like a piece of art.
When the house is full, the music starts. I see Evvh and go after her, upstairs, not sure if I want to bother her, then I reconsider and ask her if she wants to dance with me. She says no, but I stay with her, so I can touch her.
Beha is also there, and a friend on a motorcycle, who might be this Feynman.

2. King in a Balloon

Upstairs room full of people, light, windows, something like a reception, party.
At some point the king, new king of belgium, F, will take the lift downstairs. I was thinking the same thing at the same time so I follow. We wait for the lift to open. He goes in first, but then other people want to join him of course. There is also a man who guides him all the way. I enter the lift as well, which is rather spacious, but already a step down when you enter. I had not expected so many other people would come along.
Then we are on our way, first a little downward, vertically, then horizontally and very fast, and I can see that this is some sort of cabin, there are air vents on top all the way around, and from there I can see outside and what I expected is a fact, this is a balloon. We are in a balloon's basket, only hyper modern, closed on all sides and very big, metal. But the wind you can feel in the cabin, because of the vents.
At that moment I feel very honoured to be there with the king. At the end of the little tour we go back and I see what is outside while we are still flying. And there is a tall building in the way which I think was the idea to go over it, but we stop in front because we have already lost altitude, I think that is a wise decision.
This is now the entry of the university of Leuven, the science department, and people are waiting outside already, to receive the king. Physics department. 
We all disembark.
Later I watch a film and there are stairs and I put on socks on the stairs, and we see the film in different phases, first one piece, then another. I had got free tickets, but even without those I would have gone, because it was reserved for me anyway, but now the king also deals out tickets to other people, orange ones and dark orange ones. School. Seen many parts of the film, but not the end yet, maybe reminds me of Chwe. That is where the dream ends, last dream and I have to get up.