Exclusive Bar

1. Day Out Cycling

We are cycling in the country side, D is there. We're not far out of town, Leuven, this might be Kessel-lo or Heverlee, in the dream I recognize the surroundings, I've been here before. Calm and peaceful, light, by day. Small group of people taking the same route. Through woods and over hills, sometimes near the road. Sandy paths. Reminds me of Kesselberg. I can't remember exactly what happened. The group of people might have been a class, I suppose they're all younger than me.
Later I am at home of parents and there is a point at which I have to go to the bathroom, there are three toilets. Visitors are in the house, I'm alone in the living for a while and think this is the best time to go to the toilet, but when I go to the one which is next to the front door I see it is not in the same position, and it is more or less in the living room, so if I sit here I am exposed. I sit down, but am not at ease, then when I hear my mother talking I assume she will enter the living room and there will be other people, so I finish without having gone and stand up so that no one sees me. Dore must have been among the people, D and N.

2. Exclusive Bar

We're near the beach, my brothers and friends are here, we are at a bar, there are about three sections in this bar, one has red and white tables, the section closest to the bar is the most exclusive. The bar is built on the top of a hill or even mountain, highest place in the surroundings, but all windows look to the sea.
For some reason I am not allowed to sit down, but am coerced into serving, I don't know why, I don't even know where we are, and my friends are here but I can't sit with them. I do what I am told, I can take that job. At one table sit my brothers and T&B, and there is another table where Vide and Pesl and possibly Dofo sit. It is quite a challenge.
A long time in the dream it is about this, serving. Then something happens, because lunch time arrives and people get out and leave the place for a while. But first this happens that I go back to the bar, which is the darkest place, but it has a cozy atmosphere. And two other servants are there, a man and a woman, my age or a bit younger even, they seem to be more at ease and know the place. That is clear from what happens too. The two are not connected. I think it is the girl who tells me there is land for sale across the Vos, or Voske, which means fox. And I don't understand, because I don't know the name of that piece of land and I look out of the window. The girl servant explains I have to tell the customers, they might be interested to buy this land. 
When I look out I see a patch of land, but I am confused, because originally where she said the land would be I would have expected the sea. And I ask her why she does not say the land is across the sea and not across het Voske. But to her the sea does not count I think, moreover the sea is only a sort of canal or harbour like a tongue coming inland. It is small. There is more land, to the left there is no sea at all.
She has a piece of paper on which the same is depicted.
This is then the time of lunch time and the man servant, who might be older than us, has already left, which is against the rules, but he has gone out, his own risk I tell myself. Then for some reason the girl wants to go out and down the stairs as well, and at first I don't want to, but then I can't see any harm in it, because sometimes you have to take a risk, and it means I can be with her for some time. So even if I am afraid I go with her, she leads, then I lead. We are going down the same way as everyone else, but because we are late in leaving, we are the only ones on the stairs. It is a steep and narrow way down. The first part is like a tunnel because it is under the building or through the mountain wall, but then it is on the slope of the mountain. We run, we have fun. Hedged grow tall on the sides. I take the lead then and at some point turn around and kiss or hug her briefly, all in the spur of the moment. Once we are down, maybe we cross some backyards but we end by a road, which T crosses where we come from, here the land is flat, all is sea level. And she goes out and crosses the road in her enthusiasm, but I am wary and don't dare to venture further. All is light and the colours are of a good quality. All the time I am afraid we will get caught. What we do is against the rules. There is grass downstairs and it was a long way, and it feels like freedom when we arrive there, but I'm not comfortable with it.
I tell her we should head back, we were late already, we don't have the same amount of time as the others. So we go back up the way we came, she comes back. She goes in front. Then I see that everyone is turning back. I see the man servant going up as well, he is just before the crowd, but I know that we are all in trouble now, because we could not leave our place, and if we are not at the bar before any folk arrive how can we serve them, we will be sanctioned. I realize we're already too late. And I can't hurry past the people ascending, because you have to be kind, they have children and all. But the girl manages and she is not far behind the man servant, and they will be too late, but not much.
I let a family with kids pass, orange, they all go through the tunnel. The reason why I lose time is also because when I saw the trouble I tried to hurry and took the wrong stairs up, which were wider and more to the left, but they lead somewhere else. That happens when you don't know the place. So I have to turn back and queue up with the normal people, with the customers and families, I am patient now and don't hurry. I lost time, I can't make good now.
I go up the stairs. When I am finally through there is a small back room where it is dark before you enter the bar itself. I leave the stairs and pass through that back room when the manager appears from the dark and stops me and starts to chide me, with all right and I realize that. He is angry. I can't blame him. He tells me I'm late. I say I know. Every word he says is clear and sounds like in reality. He has short white blond hair, is my height, but a bit older and has a bit more shape. He is stern. He holds me, his hand on my arm I think. This is very lucid, though I am not completely aware of dreaming. Early in the discussion I try to tell him I'm not that late, but he says that it does not matter how late you are, if you are late you are late. He tells me he had expected different, and that he runs an exclusive bar and the bar tenders or servants are supposed to be there when there are customers. He feels very blemished by what we have done. I have no intel on the others, I don't know how they fared, I don't see them either, but what he tells me I take and don't argue with him. I fear he will make me go home because I failed him, but I keep a strong attitude. I don't want him to send me home, though I don't tell him that, because that would make him more angry, but if he would send me home, than I would feel completely beaten and ashamed, and I don't want to be sent away home where all my friends can see it. So I want to keep my honour. Therefore, when he starts speaking as if he has no more need of him, I humbly ask him if I still have to work for him, if he would like me to help him in the afternoon, since I can at least do that, whether I was late or not. So in the end, after sweet talking him indirectly, I somehow manipulate him with words I can make him ask me to stay, I ask him whether he wants me to stay and help or to go.
So I stay and when I enter the bar I don't see my colleagues, but I don't give it another thought and do what I'm expected to do. The dream continues a little bit longer, when I stay right at the bar, not among the tables serving. And I feel rather uncomfortable there, at some point a young student customer comes and asks me something about a beer, but I can't answer.