Blooming Hawthorn

1. Alphabets in Herent

Simple dream with seemingly no images, so all was dark and I had thoughts about an alphabet, not just one, but many, but the many were public, and other people were doing things with these alphabets, though I did not see these people, nor knew who they were, but somehow they were present in the same mindscape as me. All the while, I wanted to protect this one alphabet, which I regarded as special, and I did not want to have anyone else know about it because that would defile it.
Later in the dream, things shifted to the desire to write, or this was all about a writing project, and this was in Herent. My home town was firmly in my mind as a location.
Only later did the dream take normal colourings, and I was in Herent, at the Wilselsesteenweg, near Den Elst, in one of the gardens of the houses there, light, sunny, outside, by day, some people outside, many of which I know, and Mael was there, though sometimes I could not decide and he was Joja2. I can't remember it all, but at some point he says he wants to go to Croatia, in fact he must, this is an escape, he feels he can't stay here. He will be away for work there and this for nine months. I don't know what to say, he is much to himself, and I don't know if he wants help, maybe I needed him or wanted him to do something for me first. This is towards the end of the dream.

2. Sol

Maybe the same dream, the first part. Something about the word Sol and the name Stefan. Can't remember what.

3. Private Party

I am invited to Pi's house, and I go there, on my way I meet someone else who is also going there but I don't know him, but it is nice to go with him. It is a sunny day, clear, atmosphere same as in dream 1. I meet him along the road and we follow the street. No houses, but I know the road, though this is a place I rarely come.
I can't remember the transition, but at some point not much later Pi is there too, by accident, and he of course guides us the whole way, we turn right, but then we turn this way and that, all the way following him, he goes quick, because he knows his way well, and when we arrive at his house, I am sure I would not have found it on my own. But I am also glad that I arrive there with him, and the house is a cottage, rather big, one floor, front garden, and a meandering path from the right to the front door in the middle of the house. The door is open and clearly things are at the ready to receive many guests.
Pi guides the way, and the other man follows right behind him and I after them. They follow the path exactly, and I marvel at the blooming Hawthorn on the side. The tuck in their heads when they go underneath its branches. I think its white blossoms are beautiful and wonder when was the last time I saw something as beautiful as this.
I was going under it, the tree to the right, other trees in line, but then I decide to go to the left, and avoid having to bend or bow, so I pass the tree.
We come to the front of the house. Already a table is set outside with food on it, and Pi seems to be in a good mood, jovial. I feel awkward going into his house, but I am invited and here now, so I go.
Already outside there were guests, but when I go inside, the hallway, and then the room to the right, in the living room I see many people, all of the guests, enjoying themselves, and I don't know anybody of them, and I am a bit uncomfortable, and think that maybe I should not have come, but this is only my unease.
There is lots of food, I look forward eating. Maybe Jeve is there, she would be the only familiar person. And the lady of the house, but I don't know her, they have a back garden, the hallway is small, and the kitchens too, behind are the private quarters.
I turn back to go back outside, only to find more strangers, that is where the dream ends.

4. Taiji Stance

Inside, I'm in front of a man and I explain something taiji to him and take his hands, the fingertips of it, when I stand in front of him, and ask him to push me. His hands were on shoulder height.