Military Recruit Trials

1. Back Door

Last but one dream.
Night, evening, brothers, location where the Unic supermarket in Herent used to be, parking lot, and there is a supermarket, I want to go in because I need something, and the rest of them must follow, though they can decide for themselves. And I go around left instead of going straight to the entry, because the way I remember this place in the back is another entry, and closer to where I need to be. I had not expected everyone to follow me, because they can think for themselves, but I see D coming after me quickly enough, and the rest follows, other people than just my two brothers. 
When I'm at the back, I realize I made a mistake, this is a long way around, and it should have been better to go straight to the entrance, but now I'm here I must stick to my plan, but the place looks very difficult than what I remember of so many years ago. This is in fact a new place, and consists of two buildings, both much smaller than years ago, and only in one is light, and this one we enter.
I had hoped the shop would be bigger, there is nothing decent really, but I go to the till, which is near the entrance, so we go through it backward, and there are some general things that I could use, such as tomatoes and oranges.

2. Paired Play

Maybe before that. Cafetaria, upstairs, people are selected to play in a play, me too, stage play. There will be eight pairs, and one extra person, and that is the whole cast, but that means I'll be paired up with someone. Everyone else was ready for this, but not me, because I just happen to be there. The play is either something by Shakespeare or a reworking of Snow White.
When this teaming up is decided we one by one go upstairs where the cafeteria is. I am one of the last ones to be selected, though from the beginning it was clear that those who were present would be involved, but the teaming up was not decided yet. Now most have gone upstairs and I follow after late. That means that when I arrive upstairs with my tray of food, all seats are taken, and I don't find place to sit. Not really true, there are empty tables, but then I have to sit alone. I am in a dilemma, because the girl I am paired up with will come after me so I have to sit somewhere where she can sit with me, but if I sit at a table where the other players are then she will have no place to sit at the same table. If I sit at another table, I risk sitting there alone the whole time. What's more, there is a lot more people here, like the whole school, so also the other students who have nothing to do with the play are here. This means we are some elite group, secret.
After me another man comes up and also looks for a good place to sit down. Something about colours.
Fish was served to eat. I see the other participants. I don't actually want to be a part of this.
So I want to sit somewhere alone so that my partner can team up with me when she comes up, but it is already so late, and so much time has passed below, that there is no longer time to properly eat, supposedly, the team mate will not even ascend. We need to go to the meeting about the play.

3. Recruit Number 25

Same dream still.
Now we are in a classroom, and two people guide it, one teaches in front, and the other is walking among us and we sit down and take an exam. On the right is a bookshelf, along the whole wall. In front is an open space and more rooms behind and beyond that. This is also in a mountain. Something like a mountain base. The classroom is full, and the person in front is a young man still, maybe in his early twenties, and I've seen him before and know him as a kind person, though in his military role now he is very strict and correct.
Clearly, we who are sitting here signed up for some military recruit exam, and this person in front is overseeing it and giving detailed information. Because we are at the same time immediately briefed for a real mission.
When I look about me I see all kinds of people, most young, my age, behind me Spanish people.
At the same time, or just before this, something happens, because they hunt one of us, but he is not really a recruit but a veteran, though he is not much older than us, only he has been in the military much longer and he has information to undermine the system and they want to get rid of him, and I see him run through the snow against the mountain slope, and the people of the military try to surround him from all sides, but never get near, they shoot him. I can't believe it, but they do. And the person can't believe it, but cries out that they do. The first two or three shots he still climbs or crawls, but then a helicopter hovers about him and shoots, there is blood, and they prepare for taking him alive even, because he is too dangerous. But somehow from the classroom, I can hide him, in the shape of a DVD, which symbolizes him, and I see this DVD among the others on one of the lower shelves to the right in this big book shelf, and I take it and wonder where I can best put it so that he will not be found. And I realize I become suspect now and they can't know and I have to be very careful, otherwise I'll be dead too. But at the same time I know he is the key for when I come to face, or we as a group, come to face the last trial they will put us through, then I can reveal this old hero and he will save the day. That is what I am thinking. And I see that the dvd has another cover around it which is red, and I take this off, and the dvd itself, its cover is blue, and I think this will be good, if I hide these things separately. I will always be able to find them back, but no one else knows or can know.
Then the person in front starts his interrogations, first in the back row, he asks things, and will explain how he can unveil truth from lie. That means that when he will ask me something he will know if I hide something or not. And the first few people he tests, always being able whether they speak truth or not, I am afraid, but in the meantime I understand the technique and understand how I can give answers or ask the question myself to myself in such a way that I can answer truthfully but can still hid the truth. So I am no longer afraid, and I can even look him in the eye. And sometimes I think he looks into my eyes, but he never asks me a question, neither does he ever lock his eyes to mine. And I start to wonder whether he can focus at all, because whenever he looks straight at me and I hold his gaze, he seems to looks somewhere else, by not focusing. Only slightly, and I think it is weird, especially because he has very sharp eyes, and I like that.
Then he continues with the next part, which is identification, and he starts in the back again, not every person, but most he asks their names and where they are from. And the back row are all Spanish people, and most of them belong together, and they are rough people. They say their names, but I can't remember. There was one Spanish girl, she was second, and she had at least five names. This is a mixed group. And others use nicknames, but that is accepted too. One of them, in the corner, with dreadlocks, names himself Bloody Mary, and even the supervisor says: whooh. In mock surprise. When he goes on asking people's names, a sheet of paper circulates through the room, and we have to pen down our name. And because this one started from the front, by the time I get it from my right neighbour, I am the only one whose name is not yet written down. I have a pen, blue.
And I can easily calculate my number as well, because my right neighbour is 26 and my left neighbour is 24, so I write after some thought 25, and my front name underneath. And that seals it.
The test is also to remember what people say, because usually they give away more information than only their name. And some of this information is on the sheet of paper, and I see it written down. And I know I will be good at this game, distilling information that people thought they never gave away.
But that is when I start to wake up and where the dream ends.

4. Last 150 Days

Last dream.
My own apartment which is one room, long but not big, and sober, and on ground level. Door behind me, and the wall in front has a window. That section has the bedroom in it, and my grandfather lies there, across, in a chair that can be made into a bed, black, but it is very small, narrow, but long enough, and it is clear that my grandfather has been in this bed for a long time already, days on end, and never moved. He sleeps, and cannot do anything else.
He is dressed entirely in purple (he is the only one of my grandparents still alive). He is quite, but when I come to him to check on him, and speak to him, when he speaks he is very clear and awake, but he can't waste his energies. He is thin as well, and I know he has not much longer. That is when I start to slightly panic, because I don't really know what to do when a person dies, and in my own house. I should involve my parents at least.
I'm very sure he will not leave this bed anymore. And in the main I am okay that he is in my house. And some inside knowledge tells me he has another 150 days left, before he expires. But he is totally in peace.
Later my parents and brothers are here, but the place has changed too, now a big room, two stories, and the upper one is open in the middle, so like a balcony all around. One of our family is up there, the rest below, whites, sterile. Aunt M is also there. And people have tubes, plastic, but very long, which they point up and breathe through or something similar. Eddo is also there.
On the right is a small kitchen. Too small. I can't remember well what happened.
Later food is served from this place, but there is also a box on the floor, knee high, with dvd's, they are mostly series, one is in there many times but it is the second season, the cover is red, and this is for ladies, but a lady present asks after it, and I go through the dvd's to check if it is there, but it is. The dvd's are somehow connected to the food. Maybe soup.
What I can't stand in this situation is that people do things automatically, and don't take time to think things over, they do not contemplate or are mindful of what they do. I think this has to do with the death atmosphere.

6. Line Up of Fantasy Warriors

Fragments. At some point in a dream there was a row of people in a hall, and we could chose from them, like they were pieces for a chess game. But these were real people, and it reminded me of the game Machiavelli. And the most left one I can't remember, but the next one in line was very thing and in the background, and he was a spy, and his name must have been spooks. Then came ladies like warriors or fairies, and knights, some on foot, and at least one on horseback, and this one in plate armor, very impressive, and I would choose that one and the spy. Can't remember the rest of the line up, or who was with me to choose. One person was there to guide the lined up people, who were fantasy. But I can't remember what we needed them for.
And another fragment was when I held a bag of lentils, red or yellow, in my hand, to make food probably.