Through the Hole in the Wall

1. Secret Meeting

Place like a tribune, I'm on the upper side, not much people about, this is our working place, at work. Night.
There is a meeting behind closed doors going on, I just happen to be there.
People from the inspection are visiting at the same time, a man and a woman. Either of them yells.
Cavs who worked with us in the past is there, and something about a customer, girl, I go after her.

2. Out Pooling with Woli

Woli and I, we meet on the Hooverplein. Late in the night, something with a bicycle, maybe he borrowed mine.
Woli runs away after we meet, in a certain direction and it is clear he wants to go pooling, while I think it is already late. But I ask him: where are you going. He wants to play pool, and the way he is going there is only one place, and this place is called The Tomato.
Another boy on a bicycle comes behind and joins us. We find the alley where the place is, this is a back alley, and I don't like it, though I know the place, according to the dream, I've been here before.
In the wall, brick, on the right, there is a whole, maybe more or less on eye height, and a stairs underneath, such a metal one that is used for fire escapes from apartments, but of course not so high. Woli enters, climbing the stairs somehow and going through the hole.
I follow, but am not very sure, and when I am in front of the whole I can already see it is too narrow I don't fit. Yet there is no other way, and I have to go in, so somehow I find myself at the other side, though this takes long, because I have reservations.
Inside, D is there, so we are four.
There is a free table, and already I am faced with the fact that I don't know what to order for a drink, though we are not that far yet even, but I'll just have a still water. And I can't remember the arrangement of the tables well, but there must have been another table with girls, and I actually see there are many student girls about, so I may well have luck tonight. There is also a disco here. This place will later turn into a disco, maybe. And there is a table on the far side across, which is at where a window would be, and the bar itself is at the left by a wall. But this one table is more or less in the way, since there is also a free pool table, and this one we want to use. But that is where the dream ends, so no resolution.

3. Soup Bar

Diestsestraat. I enter the soup bar, and the guy is there. They are exceptionally open, but all the tables are full.
Some kind of soup (I wrote V. but I don't remember what it stands for). Soup with something something. A man says that he now also has a bar, but that he has yet to wake up.
I order whiskey, and I get this in a glass that looks like a mustard bottle, but I drink from it, and every time I put back the lid.
Ah, the soup had alcohol in it.
At some point what I get served just by ordering this soup and whiskey, I end up with three things that have alcohol in it, as if I can't escape it. But I eat a lot of bread, almost a slice everytime I take a sip from the whisky or the soup. Bread with something something.
Something about the dish of the neighbour, and start to eat without something something.
New employees, something about Italy something something.