Key and Pole

1. Police and the Wooden Sticks

In the shop, though does not look at all like in reality, but with terraced floors, square, big sections, very open architecture, almost temple like. It is time to close up.
Digr is there, Liha is there, Keva is there, maybe Brva but I'm not sure. I want to go to the bathroom, and I go, this is a way up toward a wall, which is the right end of the building. This section in itself is made of doors, which means that there is always space in between where people can peek, and there are a handful of people there, among which a middle aged man with a tummy. This person seems to oversee things, he does not move place and watches here and there, I find it annoying that he is there, because when I go to the toilet I am right in his line of sight. Does he need to go to the bathroom too?
The door does not close off well behind me, and I find it annoying, but I can't let it frustrate me because there are space between the doors anyway, not the most comfortable position. To the right of this section is the outside street, if I read my notes correctly, people outside can see me too.
Although my colleagues are in the process of closing the shop, I can go home, I have leave (Feierabend). But somehow I keep lingering on doing nothing neither leaving. Now other people come to the toilet as well.

There is a fragment about my English book, and the other book is there too. This is still inside.
I'm going now. Two people are with me, one of them has my book but still has not read it. Something about a game. I throw the book behind me over my shoulder, but I can't remember why.
Also something about a document I have to complete, orange looking, many copies, I only need one, or focus on one first. Empty, and has boxes to write in.

Inside again, different location. There is a robot like machine that has the contours of a dog and eats everything that is in its way. I assume this thing used to have a purpose, but it has that no longer, maybe because it is too old, or either because it is no longer needed or replaced by something else.

Then we are on the lawn, this is the Belsenakestraat, but seen from the fields, all is open and light and spacious and serene. The three of us are on the grass of the front garden. I arrived last and joined the others, I suppose the others are my brothers, and maybe their partners.
I have a stick, quite a sturdy one, not completely straight, maybe the length to just under my armpit, and it is a stick without bark. Willowish colour. I hold it by the upper natural knob and walk a bit bent with it and from time to time hit the ground with it, quite hard, I don't give this second thoughts as if I seem to know what I'm doing, but in fact I don't. Also, at that point I am the only one with the wood and that makes me important. What I do is part of owning such a stick.
Then the police arrives, more than one cop, maybe three. Maybe green instead of blue uniforms. Helmets maybe. This is a rather lucid moment. They stop Bale who is there, and I think they are wrong in doing that, so I go toward them. I can't remember what Bale was about to do, but it was harmless. When I go forward things change a little and the police gives a key (to whom?) and this is for safety, for the front door. At this point everyone on the lawn, my brothers and friends, only a handful of people, are carrying the same kind of stick although each is different. Everyone also gets a stick. I already have one, this means I am not unusual anymore.
Later in the same dream there is an evacuation to another planet and we have news about Jupiter, and I am most interested about that, because I have direct dealings with this, so I keep asking questions about it, but the planet is depicted as a large red asteroid, almost like a cube, but gigantic, in any way telluric.

There is a last fragment. There is a meeting, on an upper floor, small meeting room, white, windows to one side, I come in from the other side. People already are present. Gert Verhulst is also there, and his son, who is black. Maybe 2021.