Ninja Needles

1. Shrunk Socks

At home of parents. Parents and brothers are there.
At night when everyone has gone to bed, I am still there, and my dad is still up and moving about. I have done my laundry, especially socks, and I want to pack these now. I am not supposed to stay here long, just passing through, I won't allow myself to stay here long, and I feel a bit separated from the rest of the family. Dark socks, brown I think, they are not the right size. Some are really mini, not a thumb big, as if they have shrunken and are still shrinking too. My dad helps me with things. This happened toward the end of the dream.
I am actually preparing to get to a weekend, making ready to leave. This will be with Elbe and Bale, but they should have been here since a long time, and they are still not here.
N and D are also waiting. All of them are still on their way. We will leave by car, the car comes, this is still later in the night. I think the car comes to pick me up. It drives up the way alongside the house to the back where the garage is. It is not who I expected. Guds gets out, who is my boss's boss, and someone else and his daughter.
Later, our mom wants to go to bed. I am waiting by the phone, I have made a phone call myself.
Earlier I was on my room. There were comic books where my books used to be, old ones that I had forgotten about or never even read.
More things happened that I can't remember now.

2. Ninja Needles

There is a very big space ship, rather like a cube but rectangular. It is about to leave, I am on it anyway. All the people are already on it. I am guiding someone, and we don't want contact with anyone else. But at some point we see a person who needs help and is being guided. Maybe something something.
We go up with the lift. Everyone goes each his way, but something is wrong, I can feel it (can't remember now). I do something something maybe go back and see that they have closed the room, possibly my bed room. People are smoking, I am bothered by that. And they keep animals hostage, which is not good.
There might be some kind of alarm, like of an alarm clock to get up, but I'm not sure. Anyway the ship is leaving, but you don't even have the impression you're moving.
We go look anyway and everyone is threatening the situation or me with taking off their pants, I don't understand it, they threaten with shooting sperm, I see there dicks when they take there pants off. Some are children, they all do it mindlessly. There is even a small boy. But first we even go into a fist fight (I'm not sure if I'm involved in this).
Everyone is something something, and we find a man on the toilet in the corner, which is not a separate room.
Then there are big spacious rooms, inside, and I have to go back somewhere, we are roaming about and hoping not to get caught by the bad guys. Maybe first I am alone, but after a while we are a group. They might be aspects of me, traveling with me. When we meet the enemy by the start of another room, though these rooms are so spacious and the accesses so wide you can't really see it but only know it, then we are attacked, but we attack back and with the same weapons. All of us use needles to throw, they are big and lethal, and white. And there is much light. Sometimes we hide and then quickly we come out of hiding and throw our needles, a few in a row each time, like real ninja doing shuriken.
First there is a Japanese girl, she shoots at us, this when we try to escape with needles.
I am reasoning we will have to escape over land, because it will not be able to cross to where we are inside the ship, because the ship is full of enemies. Now I also realize we are on another planet.
Then something about a long bench, like a Swedish one, but upside down, so it is small to sit upon, and we do some massage, can't remember the details, but it does not work.
There are young girls. I throw needles and kill them, more and more come, and I know the situation is hopeless, because if we continue and that is all we can do we will only meet more of them. But we continue. In the next big room I decide I can better use a sword, short sword, but the situation is hopeless anyway. When I slash the enemy with my sword, because thinking it created the sword, they all seem to be of straw, also men, though earlier it was usually women, young ones. The dream ends there. The others are still behind me.

3. Drinking Duvel

Living room of parents, parents are there, I am in the sofa, mom and dad where they usually sit, I am first, they come after. I drink a Duvel, which I normally don't, and it is my mother's drink. When my mother sits down and starts to drink her drinks, among which Duvel, I am a bit uncomfortable and am not sure whether I want to drink this at all, but for some reason I chose this one for me.

4. Hammer HAR

A walk with my parents and brothers. Suddenly we are inside, this is some kind of gallery, first outside there was a pathway, a boy, and there were possibly animals to be sighted on the path which was of gravel, grey, and wide, grass to the left and right, and I know there can be snakes and these might be dangerous and so I keep a check on the young boy. There are also puddles because it has rained the day before or earlier in the day, and there is one big one when I think about it, and I doubt it is very real.
Later we come to an area where I know where I am and the feel is that of London, and the others follow me, and this is the gallery, all brick and stone, and can't decide whether it is outside or inside, and it is a long way from where people usually come, and I know this place and yet I don't. There are tombs on the walls, so in a vertical position, this to one side, on the other side are more like portraits, they seem to be from anything from 500 to 100 years ago. This is a remnant of a Freemason's lodge. The hallway continues, we go forth. This is an impressive place, grand, and meaningful, yet deserted, not used in many years.
Frustratingly, the others see things like inscriptions or plaques with text and explanations, but I don't see this, though I have the information when they speak about it out loud.
At the end of this is a more open place, but the hallway continues and after that is a closed room. At the wall outside the room are all kinds of skulls and skins of faces, and when I am there and look at these it is as if I know why they have a funny shape. Also, they are small heads. And the others arrive and I tell them how the shape of the skin would have fitted a skull, this is my own insight in the dream, but I see one of the faces nod. And then I become aware of them listening to me, and they can even talk if I would be listening. So we communicate. There is one particular face I talk with, he is the most awake, maybe used to be a scribe. He is only a skin, but has eyes too. Most of them are male.
There is one among them, they hang on the wall on eye height and lower like shields or weapons, one among them is a bit higher and is no face or human skull at all, but rather a blunt weapon which reminds me of a Thor's hammer. It looks new, polished, shines.
After a while I can no longer ignore this hammer shaped entity and I take hold of it, because since it is a weapon it has a handle, it is like a steel bar across the thing, and then it becomes another dead body and it talks too, and I ask his name, and I look in particular into his eyes. I saw his eyes quite early, but now I take the effort to look right into them because I know he would like that and it is the most sure way to communicate. This is a very lucid moment. His eyes are very big and very alive, and he looks directly at me.
When I ask his name he says: Har. I immediately accept it as true, then, by force of the earlier skin, he also says his surname, which I have forgotten, and it was not important, because it did not sound very true. Then I ask him for what kind of things I can summon him, because I obviously think I have now a contract with a spirit. But he does not know, which means that he does not know why it is that we now have contact, although we both acknowledge there must be a reason for it.
I don't know what to say, then he seems to have a thought of understanding and asks me if I want to become a missionary, and he thinks that must be it, and this must be something he is familiar with as a spirit if someone awakens him. And I don't know, and I think I should ask important questions, but there is none that comes to mind. He keeps asking (I can't read the rest of my notes), but he is serious about it. End of dream.