Floor Puzzle

1. Marinated Orca

First thing I remember is that I am on my bicycle cycling from Herent to Leuven, others are behind me but I have a head start and I don't want their company. Then there is the Donkerstraat, which takes me down at full speed, but immediately I see that the end of the street is blocked, so I have to be careful. From on top you would say you can't pass at all, but I am going to try anyway, the others can follow my example. So I go down the hill, and I come into some sort of market at the bottom, stalls everywhere, the whole crossroads taken. I can't remember what happened there.
At some point I return, so same way, but at the other side of the road. From Leuven to Herent, again at the Windgat there is the main thing happening. Across below is the sea and I can see it, and orca's jump out of the water. This is important, because at the same time a little beside the road when I stop for a minute, there is a famous Flemish cook who has just made a book on his recipes and when I see the pictures, I see that he marinated orka. I think that is bad, because how many animals will he have used for this and they all die for nothing. He is cooking in this area too, when I leave I see these animals in the water.

2. Package Home

I'm at the opposite side of the street where I will be later. In an upstairs room which is big like a living room, but it has a bed too on the right, and somehow I claim it as mine though I am not in it. At first I am alone, and have this package with me, but later more and more people enter the room. This is certainly someone else's place. Waiting.
I would rather be alone, I am expecting someone at 12 o clock, I am actually worrying about being ready for when Chwe comes at 12 today. I'd rather get myself to bed again, dark sheets, big bed, bigger than any normal bed.
I ask someone the time when I become a little panicked about it, it is only 11am, but I can't stand it anymore, another person says it is 12 already. I leave, I want to go home, and that is what I do.

Sunlight, somewhere in Leuven, a street that is supposed to be Bondgenotenlaan and I am returning to it at some point, because this is where my home is. I am carrying a package, which I had earlier but can't remember the context of. I am instinctively looking for my house. Then I see my door, which is a small white wooden door in the wall, a bit back of the wall in fact. It is too small to go through with the box, though the cardboard package is not that wide, but I don't have my hands free.
I am looking for number 276. And I then remember that I can enter from behind, so I'll try that. I look left, then right, to see where the shortest route is. There must be side streets that go to where the Diestsestraat should be. It seems like it has been a long time since I've been here. At first I think the closest street to get to the back is left, but then I see one on the right and go there. It is some kind of apartment I'm living in, number 6. So that makes 276/6.
When I was before my door first, at that point I am sure the package is from Stco, and there is some reading on top of it, done with a black or red marker, and I can read it, it certainly has the word dvd in, but misspelled, like DFD. And some other things. I had expected the wrong spelling because of something earlier and because I should know what is in the box.
When I find the back alley, I can get in from the front first. But already at that point I see that the street on the back is a dead end to the right, and the downstairs neighbours, who are Asian, South East Asian I think, have made their home there, outside, in the dirt, at least one adult and a kid.
I enter my home, the ground floor is nothing and dark and square and small, and I go up stairs which is more like a ladder, metal, and in white, and I go up through a hole in the roof to come to the next level, and it is more of the same there, only smaller, and I begin to wonder if this is all right, because I can't remember, it has been so long. One more level up in the same way I come to a fine room in which I should not be because it is the landlord's private quarter's, but now I cannot but pass there, so I do, and on the border when I want to enter my own quarters which feel empty anyway, I step on something and it gives a boom, like a small explosion, and it must have been a booby trap.
I finally get into my own rooms, and when I reach the back, where the living room is, I notice that the place is rather big and well furnished, but a puzzle I was working on is still on the floor, all the pieces, bigger than a normal puzzle, and it should be a 1000 pieces, all scattered in a certain order on the floor. This is a work in progress, but at this point I am annoyed with it, because it makes walking over it difficult, and I had forgotten about it.
I don't know exactly what happens next, but the next instant I am downstairs again, at the entrance on the front, which is already inside with the ladder. And I think I am going to the back anyway, because somehow I still was not able to enter the house properly to deliver the package.
Then when I am back down in that area, I see two women enter and they live here as well, one of them anyway. Blond hair, very pretty. Wears green I think, I know her, from sight. Never had much contact, because I am never here.
The other is her sister, but both change in age when I regard them, one of the goes upstairs, but first was the younger one, now the other is younger, but at some other point they are like mother and daughter, which is confusing.
In the back of my mind I make a note to acquaint myself to her. Anyway they have business of their own so I leave them be and go outside, I see those Asian people again, they don't look happy, but a little worried, yet they hold out. I go up the stairs to where I live, I see the small window there, but I know when I see it that I can't open it, because there is stuff on the other side, and I would push things over if I'd open the window from here, it is white and of wood, and also, it is too small to go through, and I still have this package, and I can't get through.
Then I start talking to the Asian man, there is a pile of sand or earth before him, but I don't precisely know what they are doing. But as I feared they have trouble with the landlord as well, can't get in the house anymore, which is why they occupy this land, and they know about the booby trap as well.

3. Double Station

Last dream, late in the morning.
First inside, a place I don't know, one publisher is there and one guy from a library, of Overijse, I am there, tables, dark, reds, and something about an order, six copies of a book. Both of them tease me because I don't know the details and they do. Something I should handle.
Later I am asked the same question, now I think I know which package at least it is, these are six Deltas books, rather small, the publisher asks them from me. This is in the kitchen of parents, and before that I was in the garage doing something with my cycle, and there was light, but I can't remember what happened, I was at the side where the chicken feed is kept.
In the kitchen there is also my mother. I can't remember what happened then. When I point to the package I intended, this woman publisher opens it, the top of it, and it is definitely something else. Two other things stand nearby on the floor, but I don't know what they are and now I can't remember.
Later I am on the train, and my brothers, certainly N, are there. And some other people. Among which at some point Tivb, though never near me I think, though part of this is her idea.
We pass through Leuven, the station, light, bright, and then we continue and after a while we come to the end station, the rails stop and there is a blue wall, we cannot go further, though none of us has paid attention, so I say we have to get off here. And this too is the station of Leuven and I am confused. Then we go to a certain place, the others surely know where they are going, and I follow, not sure anymore why we are here, I just came along.
Then we stay up, and others go down, and down is where Tivb is and begins to do explanations about dancing, which is something she is organizing but I'm not a part of it and I keep out of it, then suddenly she asks me, shouting from downstairs to me, the stairs is on the side, left, whether I might be interested to also follow her class, once a week, but even in advance I am not wanting it, only afterwards do I think that it would be nice to see her more often, but I already know she's going to say Tuesday or any other day that I can't make anyway. But by asking the question she actually opened me and made me curious. 
Then Joja is there downstairs or some other fellow who looks like him and is demonstrating what dance we'll be doing, not me of course, and he says it is called jiji, but Tivb earlier said something about chachacha, which I think is not the first dance that people should begin with. But it is her thing, so I let her. And when Joja actually starts dancing, it is not a dance at all in my opinion, he takes long paces left and right, then goes very fast, and then also claps his hands and fingers in a very fast rhythm that I fear I can never obtain myself. Somewhere about there ends the dream.

+4. Taiji

Some earlier dream. Fragment. I remember a woman with short black curls, and she reminded me of Chsn, and the context might well have been taiji. Inside. Someone else was also there.