Caught in the Water Alleys of an Alien Slave Complex

1. Cash Machine

I am somewhere, Brwa is also there and we talk about the rite we did.
Dore was in the dream. 
Later a fragment in which I am outside in the city at night, I think, at a cash machine to withdraw money. There are three or four machines next to each other, at the utter right side of a square, which reminds me of the Grote Markt. There is someone after me, and I take the right machine, N is with me and maybe some other person.
I'm a bit wary of the machines. They have a turquoise glow. I'm not sure when I put my card into the slot, because I fear I might never get it back. This must have been in the night.
Later we leave with two cars. And we are divided among the cars and I am amazed that we all fit into it. Loli is there. We certainly talk about Woli, though I don't remember who 'we' is in this case. Thde and Mi are also there and in one of the cars, they are Woli's friends. I stay outside, not sure what my place is or which car.
D is there.
When we are on our way there is a place where we walk also. N sees someone he knows from long ago and hasn't seen him in a while and goes after him. I something something with a tray of coke.
(Can't read notes). Then, something about taking blood, maybe of N. (Can't read notes).

More at the beginning of the dream, something about big classrooms.

Other fragment, don't know if it fits another dream than this one. There is tartar sauce. One of the something something is Chwe's, she's not here. Would know it. Continue to eat it (can't remember precisely).

Then something about Indonesia. This is inside, wide place, ground floor. At a counter, two girls (?) behind the counter discuss something, I overhear, something about a song. Maybe Dore. They don't know the name anymore, but what they know of it reminds me of the name Sukarno, but I say Sukarna. And when I say this, they say, ah, yes, that was it.
There is a fragment in the dream where I see drawings of animals, many of elephants and I wonder at the elegance of the colours grey, because if everything is grey how can you discern one thing from another, but there are different shades. One drawing has the back of two elephants and another exotic animal, but I can't remember which. There were more drawings which I saw in detail.

Very beginning of this dream, there was Stco, this was at house of parents.

2. Escaping by Boat

I don't know how I got there, but we are all ushered into a big building knowing we will never escape it, even if we can keep a low profile, we will still be part of the system and cannot leave the building. This is a big complex, high, and only remember the inside of it. There was a long alley where all the people were transported, and already many people were here from before. This must be some hostile civilization that I link with alien life that has come to cage us all. The long alley is where the beginners are led to, but it also serves as a connecting corridor, so there is a lot of traffic. I'm on the side. Everyone must keep walking and moving. Some of those people don't seem human at all, but may be alien life, or more like man-fish.
One of my friends goes into the main corridor and after some consideration makes the decision that only a few here make, which is to breathe underwater. All the others swim, because the corridor is filled with water or some other substance that looks watery, but it might as well be wine or drink. At some point it is champagne. But most people here have oxygen with them, or snorkel. They way they carry these things on their back and connect it to their mouth looks like they are veiled, as if they have a long white cloth that covers their mouth and a part of their back.
Once you drown yourself and remain under water you will be able to breathe underwater, this change is not so hard, but if you want to breathe air again the change is much more painful and difficult. Of course, once you are caught in this complex you don't expect to go anywhere.
From the moment I arrive there I start planning to get out. After a few days I am still there but in a different area, as if I have settled here. It is further up the right, and the hallway is wider. I'm all the way to the right of that where there is a small room in the corner, where I can more or less hide. We all have to work for whoever this complex is made. We are like slaves.
Still I try to see my advantage and at some point I am helping with something, but now I only remember removing the labeling of bottles, maybe of wine. These bottles are stacked in sturdy bags. They're on the floor.
At some point I have a batch such as that and have done two bottles already, when it dawns to me that someone mentioned these bottles were for serving, and I would like to sit at that table, and prepare, and choose a bottle of red wine that I like and prepare it and even open it and smell it, to have it with dinner. But of course when the time is there it is not meant for me at all, though I thought I could. I close the bottle again, not cork but a screw top, and leave it.
That is when I seriously start to consider leaving, and there are a handful of others, friends of mine in that situation, that back me up and think the same way. I can't read my notes here, but the situation looks like Regal is coercing us to be here.
We never find the right moment to escape. But at some point there is a total deportation. Everyone has to move. A long queue of people starts to move, we are outside. Not all goes as smooth as they want, and half of them is out already and the other half lags behind, and I am between the two queues. Grass.
Inside I saw the children moving first for the evacuation, most have balloons with them or things that look like balloons but are entirely something else that I can't even describe, and these are pieces of art they made themselves, because this was part of their task here in the underworld. Some look like lamps, most are hip high, bulky, in odd colours, such as copper green or gold yellow. Almost all of them have something like that. And these children are guided by adults who must be working for the keepers of this citadel. After this comes the fragment outside.
Then later I am more in the front of the row of people, some of us might be able to escape yet.
At the end of the landscape, which is one long stretch of road, as if 2D, we halt and stay there, meek as ever. But we are left to ourselves, not real freedom, because we have nowhere to go, we can't go anywhere, yet there is no supervision.
Three boys on my left are trying to make fire with a firebow, each of them separately, the one more succesful than the other. Blank wood. I'm doing my own thing, and on my right I have friends and they also do something, though I don't remember what, but they are the end of the line.
A bit later we are a long way further to the right, as if escaping, someone has found a way and I just followed. There are a man and a woman, who remind me of Verity and Kettricken. Verity has raven black hair. The landscape they are in is dark, green, and at a rivulet and at the start of a lake, there is a boat, or at least Verity brought this with him and they will cross the water with it. Not many other people are with them, maybe one or two, and I come behind them, not even sure I am allowed to witness this.
Verity pushes the boat in the water, and Kettricken enters and the boat, which is a small row boat of wood, starts to make water, she panics, but Verity says that she should not and explains when she gets out of the boat that the bottom of the boat can be changed as the turning of the page of a book, and I see that many sheets of bottom are on top of each other like the pages of a book, white with black lettering. That is about where the dream ends.