Look at Hands

First dreams.

I realize I'm going in and out of dreams at the start of the night.
When I dream again, I am still in the same environment. Now in a small room, clean, wood, upper floor, in a complex, and with people my age, all standing about, but not very aware. I am. I now I'm dreaming, lucid, and take the opportunity to look at my hands. This I do, easy enough.
Then I see Brle on my left and tell him to do this too, for he wants to learn, I remember. I want to say this to Chwe as well, since she was with him (in real life) when he asked about lucid dreaming. Now she is not here, but I call her name and try to almost invoke her. It somehow works, though I can't see her. Her energy for lucid dreaming is very low.
Later I experiment in other dreams very much.
For one, I switch on a boiler for heating, which is on an upper floor, I realize I should rather switch on one in the basement, and I go look for it, while I switch on all the radiators that I meet.
Also, I feel that when I loose consciousness in the dream I would walk a certain direction, so I take control again and walk the other way, this is in a hallway in the air, connecting buildings, same complex still, and so I turn and go the other direction, the door closes, the room is very small and has a toilet. Not much of interest, but I decide to reach down the toilet and see what I can find. I slightly considered going down the toilet with my whole body. I wake up when I reach with my hand in the clear water, and feel that my hand is actually moving and touches the frame of my bed (in real life).

Labyrinth of Doors

1. Fear

One dream in the night seemed like a nightmare, after waking I was rather excited because I never have nightmares. I was even afraid to go back to sleep and so on. But I can't remember the dream itself anymore.

2. Series of Doors

Then a sort of big dream, and long.
Light in the dream. Outside, city, but maybe camping, complex building, inside the complex, ordering a sandwich, in doubt, but I take the one with crab anyway, this is the special one, because it has real crab in it, and you don't find that easily. I see how the girl behind the counter smears the crab salad on the bread. Nice.
When I take out my platter, like in a cafetaria, I am looking for a place to sit down. I come into a hall, like a refectory, but all wooden tables and seats, but in an orderly manner and fixed seats and tables I think. No room, all seats are taken. I have no mind to go eat outside, don't want to walk that far. So I look around, don't really know what to do. Turn about a bit to see if there is space somewhere. In doubt again. Then I decide to just sit anywhere. Somewhere in a corner seems fine. A girl and a lady sit there, but on one side, so the side closest to me is free and I sit there. I ask leave first. The girl is really pretty, long blond hair and sharp eyes. And I seem to recognize her from somewhere, maybe seen her in town or in the shop.
Soon enough the older lady is out of my view, and I sit in a different position, head of table, but I am shy and dare not speak to either of them. I keep my eyes strictly to my own platter and think by myself I will address them to small talk after I've eaten, which is an excuse. I just don't feel comfortable so close to a pretty girl like that.
I am also in a different position seated, not seated anymore but rather lying on my back and the food is floating above me, like a paprika piece, two pieces, red. And the other stuff I had with me. Raw paprika. I take it from the air and eat bits of it. This goes on for a while.
I don't know if the girl is interested in me. The scene does not allow me to finish it. It stops when I realize I am in this awkward lying position.

Scene changes, same complex or building, different room or rooms, a little further this time. Some kind of workshop is being announced but has not started yet, I am there, and staying, might as well do this. I go from one room to the other and back because nothing is happening yet. Then I see people assembled in one room, and I'd like to be noticed, having people know that I was here first and ready.
Almost a circle of people, but different rows. Most sit on chairs. One person, a lady, not quite in the centre, sits on a chair and starts giving a talk. All seems very reasonable, but I don't quite pay attention. Something else got my attention, namely the sexual energy present in the room or atmosphere. I don't know what to do with it. All people are quite serious looking.
Then I change my seat and go sit somewhere else. And someone I know is there too. Jadh, and she sat there before me, and saw her being interested in me, but I stay stoic, because I don't want to draw attention. I sit on a chair and she is on my right, and sitting on the floor, but she does not mind, and starts touching me all over the place. I soon enough have my hand touching first her head, which is closest, and then underneath her shirt and so on. I still try to keep a low cover, because this is not the right circumstances, yet I think that the talk is about sexual energy and so on. Want to put in into practice, Jadh does it for me.

Then the scene changes again, a little further in the building, different room, people are queuing up, again, I am the first to find the door. I don't know how I came here though, but in fact I think it is the logical conclusion of the earlier talk, which made people move this way.
First I am maybe the only person there, the door is in the corner and I stay there and wait. Then a man comes and wants to open it, he is very eager, especially because he says he knows the way, but I hold him back because I want to do this myself. Then suddenly the room is full of people and not one of them really knows what to do, but me, so when I go in they will naturally follow.
I open the door and am surprised to find myself in a very small spot or room, only two people can stand here, and the man who has been here before stands next to me, now the room is full. Immediately after entering I see in front of me another door. Again the man wants to open it, he is impatient, in fact he wants to show me that he knows. I don't let him, because I want to test myself and see if I can do this without help. And I can, from start to finish.
I open the door, I open it the other way than this man would have done. The door in my case turns in toward me, I enter and come into just another small room with in front of me another door. Again I open it, which turns toward me. The doors are soft, and the whole room is not only lighted, but soft as if the walls are done with velvet. Beige.
The next few doors open in the other way, away from me, but the rooms are the same. Then the doors become more ethereal, and are like curtains, white and flimsy (glasgordijn). Again I want to do it myself, because again the man is beside me, and I find the right way the first time to open it, that is from corner to corner, upper left to upper right. I here see that different ways are possible and I am prepared to experiment. I know well enough by now that more such doors or curtains will follow and they do.
At some point I open the curtain like I know how it is done and enter, but when I enter I fall down, there is a big space in front of me and no bottom and all is darkness, and I fall, but I have no fear. Maybe I have a little fear, but I am prepared to let it all happen, and disregard my fear. Even if the thought of fear blocks me from falling all the way, I concentrate to let it happen anyway.
At the same time I could sense that the door entered in some kind of big hall, but all is dark, and there is no bottom. I try to make myself fall again, because I want to do this to the very end and see what happens. But it does not well work.

The scene shifts.
Now I am outside again, but I have some inside knowledge somehow.
There is a lady with red hair, middle aged, that I have seen earlier in one of the scenes of this dream, and she seems lost. I now know more about her not because I have information, but because I recognize the energy. 
She goes up stairs and I follow and want to help, she is on her own and it seems she is running from something, maybe she is another dreamer.
At some point I see the pretty girl again, I think this time she turns her back to me, but I am busy with trying to figure out how I can help this lady. Some other woman is in the dream with similar eyes. All three have sharp eyes. I understand that there is a sixth division of which nothing was said, before, and this division holds the spiritual people. I think I am not yet part of that, but I recognize those people, and when I go through the ground floor rooms of the complex again I see one secret room where such people assemble. You can't enter unless you have this kind of sharp energy. There is a girl singing, she may be part of the sixth, but is in the adjacent room, which can have average people, or normal people.
That is about where the dream ends. But there was lots more.

Rosemary Fire

1. Thumb Spirit and Rosemary Fire

Outside, light, green, hill and ditch, field with hay, long grass. I am across a street or see across of me, there is also a tree, a creature not bigger than my thumb, it sort of radiates light so I know it is a spirit. It makes a fire, I see it gathers rosemary needles for it, I think that is genius. There is another creature about the same size that joins him. I know them both. They don't belong to each other, but now they happen to meet, possibly because I am there, since one of them might be a familiar.
Then the first one, who is the original, he goes across the street, possibly passes me, and gathers long stalks of grass, it is normal grass to me but I see it from his perspective, and the stalks are much too long for him, I don't know why he does that, maybe because he wants to make an impression.
They make a second pile, this one high, even for me, but I think the first one was cute. Later I try to make more direct contact with the thumb spirit, I have a feeling that this spirit has something to do with sexuality. I don't know if I can make them do anything for me.

2. Case of Death

L Alda died or someone he was acquainted with. This kept people busy, though I think he himself was present as well. Outside, light, green, maybe camping.

3. CD

Something about Anne Clark, maybe cd, or she was singing, was she in the dream? Or someone had a cd that reminded me of her? Maybe this was at the camp. I think it made me more able to mix with the people.

Withhold Arrow Shot through Window

1. Arrow Shot and Eldest Cousin

End of a dream, but very lucid. 
I am in my own apartment. Kitchen, window. Bale is there. We talk about something. There is a hole in the window, rather clean, as if I have shot an arrow through the window in the past. At some point I want to prove something, and take my bow and arrow. I have already second thoughts. My bow is on the floor. It is a powerful bow, and I think there will be too much power if I draw that string, so I leave that on the floor or put it back and opt for the small toy bow. I take it and am aiming the whole time in my mind. I put an arrow on the string and pull slightly and already feel that there is too much power, this will never end well.
Also I am thinking, it is no good if I break that window. This window is not mine. And I don't want to live without the window. So I don't shoot. Although I have the feeling that I shot a little bit already, though I have the arrow still on the string, some of the power has already shot through the window and I see that just that is dangerous, so I hold and put it back. Maybe I'm a coward. I do think about what it would effect if I had shot through the window. (But I think it will just have been broken).

Then the scene changes, to the wall, to the right, and Bale is now in sight and helps me with something. So our attention is drawn elsewhere. And I still think we are muddling along, or being slow, I just go along, she helps me. The wall is brown of wood and there is a cloth like a curtain, of velvet, which is dark green, a nice colour, and first I take it of the top, the rail above, because it is not well hung, and I want to do it properly, maybe I am on a step or something.
The room is bigger, and more open. The colours are very different than just a minute ago.
And now something interesting happens. My cousin Daon enters. I recognize him and am surprise the instant he enters. I can't say hello immediately and he is doing something first, but I want to let him know I am happy to see him. And so when I come down my step I say hello. This is like the second time he enters, but he did not leave the room. And I tell him how long it has been and that I remember his daughter, when she was that big, I show it with my hand measuring from the floor. I don't know what he is doing here. He is like a lost son to the family. And he says it must be six years, but of course it must be longer now.
Can't remember what happened next, maybe more people came in, but it was about the end of the dream.

Chicory Teeth

1. Chicory Teeth

Last dream of the night.
My teeth are different. I look in the mirror. I see my teeth are askew, that is the first thing I notice, but then I see my teeth are chicory (witloof). So bigger, and organic, plant material, a little old even. Now I'm thinking, I really should have this fixed and make an appointment with the dentist. This mirror viewing is quite lucid. It is my upper teeth. Middle ones.

Unicorn Onslaught

1. Demons from the Walls

When I woke up I remembered two dreams. Now only one, which is the second part of the last dream.

We are gathered in a house, upstairs, which is a terrace, so outside. We are called there. I feel out of place. Daylight. Building in the middle of the city, surrounded by other buildings. Lucid. Can't remember what happened before.
At some point someone starts talking and I am seeing demons and devils. This seeing is linked to what the person says. At once I feel their presence very clearly, as never before, but when I focus on one, it recedes back into the wall. It is like portraits or paintings, or alcoves in the wall in which these demons appear. One is a buck shaped one, reminding me of Pan and the scapegoat. Ochre, yellows, bricks. He comes out of the wall, a living entity, but can never leave it, when I look at it from where I am, it recedes back into the wall. A few times this. I am a little disconcerted by it.
In a later stage, not much later indeed, I think through what the person is saying our mind is projected to one of those portals, opposite of the buck and this place has much room, but for now it is a portal. There is a steep hill, meadow, lush. On the hill is a herd of unicorns, all white and young and very pretty and real. And they are slaughtered, one by one they die, are killed. I look at it and don't know what to think. The only think I can think is that I am relieved some of them still survive. But I am also trying to accept it, which means I am thinking: if this is what is happening, then that is what it is.
The unicorn onslaught felt like a personal attack. A sacred space violated. That is about where the dream ends.

Mugwort Smudge of Neighbour

1. Two Figs

I'm in a hallway, light, courtyard outside, pass a girl, handful of other people, very laid back atmosphere. I come back from somewhere with two figs, they are more juicy than I remember, though they are confit. Girl in the hallway too when I eat one of those figs. Maybe a school, school building.

2. Mugwort Plum
(Lucid dream)

I'm in the street of my parents, I am in front of the house of Ri, Wile. I am coming home from somewhere, it is late afternoon, maybe end of a school day. Light. Calm and peaceful. Certain quality. Lucid.
The door is open and I don't think Ri is inside, so I go in. When I pass the threshold I hold because I see two small children in the sofa watching telly or something. The one most to me is a girl with blond hair, ponytail. I suppose these are her grandchildren. I don't want them to see me, so I back out again.
After a while I see Ri inside. She must have come in from the back yard. I don't know how it happens, but then I am inside of the house, the living room, with her alone, and I immediately notice the smudges hanging around. She obviously does not know what to do with them, though I think she has a prize in her house. There are at least two. One is in a prominent position of the living room, and is different of shape. This is the main one. It gives off a lot of dust, but the whole smudge, which is spherical and looks like the blossom of a thistle, is so tight and tender that the dust is the material of the smudge itself. It is very good quality, I see it from afar. I would be proud to have such a thing.
These things are not hers, she has inherited them, maybe from an aunt.
She asks me what they are and I try to explain. It is hard to explain, because I look for words, no, I look for the plant itself. I tell her it is mugwort, which it is, and am sure she would recognize the plant if she saw it, so I am looking for it, in the house at first, but don't find it, then I look through the window and look to the garden. Through the window I see mugwort plants, first one, then more. I point and she recognizes what it is. She asks what it is for, or I try to explain, and I tell her it is like incense, but I don't say more.
Quite a time later I tell her all, that this is for trance inducing and attracting spirits. I was not sure she wanted to hear it, but out it goes, and she is happy I told her.
Later I am back in the living room and reading a children's book and this is in a sofa, by the window, light, and warm colours, and excited atmosphere, and the book hovers, because it has a balloon strung on it, the book is like that, it is a special kind of book and I like to read it.
Later my brothers come home from school. Can't remember the rest, maybe I show the book.

3. Nail under Nail

I am tearing a side nail from underneath my nail, from the ring finger of my left hand I think. When I am half way I see my mother to my left do the same, which is weird, but I continue anyway. Light. I am careful not to tear too much away, but after being patient, it works.

4. Going to Watch Rurouni Kenshin Film

Last part of the last dream, I can't remember the context, but at some point I enter the cinema. I had a 3D glasses with me already, but possibly for a different reason. In the first room where other people too, but I had no real connection with them. Then I decide to go to the film, the colour and light is better in that room, the till, I see they play Rurouni Kenshin, a real film, but anime, this was on my list to view, so I go, it has been playing for fifteen minutes already, but I don't mind. I go on my own. When I check in, the man at the counter says there is another playing not 3D behind me. I see it. But I stick with my decision. Someone else also joins. Not someone I know, maybe a girl. No connection.

Path on the Water

1. Baby Girl

Kitchen of parents, light. D&S on the side of the furnace. Me on the other side. Dad and N walk in and out. We talk about the baby, because S is pregnant. S talks about the baby as a she, but we know it will be a girl.
Later our mom comes in and stands next to them and at some point she catches them saying 'she' as referring to the baby girl, and at some point she realize it will be a daughter and she gets excited, exclaims her sudden insight, though all of us were already aware of it in a natural way.
There was also a dream about the name Charlotte, but I don't remember if this was the same dream.

2. Knuppelpad

Outside, unfamiliar place, light, day, I go somewhere, I have an appointment of some kind, obligatory for me, maybe RVA or VDAB kind of thing. I go alone. I know the way. It is on the border of civilization and some waste land or no man's land. I have slight fears but don't let it get to me. I go in the building and do what must be done, but in the dream I can't remember being in the building, yet the moment of leaving is shown in the dream. Clear day still, other way out, though this is the official entrance, it goes slightly up and is first broad and at the end narrow, so that a triangular shape is formed, at the end it becomes really narrow and difficult, and there is something else in the way too. Two people, a man and his son, enter via this place and have no problem. There is some metal construction in my way and I have to climb over. I know nonetheless that an easier way out exists, still different than how I got here, but I don't trust myself with it, because I fear the unknown. Finally I leave that place, turn left and am on the road, this is the long way round. Not long after I see to my left a woman with curly hair, bushy, that goes down a certain path and I admit to myself that that route is much shorter and I too should take it, so I go that way, I still have a chance to go there. I wait because the woman is still coming. There is water, like a shallow brook, clear, and the path is on it, gravel and stones and wood in other places (knuppelpad). I see how she does it, don't want to be in front of her, or together with her, so I wait until she has passed and then I go down between the shrub and descend onto the path in the water and follow it, relieved of taking this route after all.

Big Planet Small People

1. Sandwich Bar

I am in the sandwich bar to get my lunch, 't Vluggertje. I just got here. The colours are of a good quality, deep colours, red and blue. E&D certainly behind the bar, maybe someone else, a young person. Customer behind me, some sit at tables. I talk with the people from the bar. I can' remember any details anymore.

2. Boat Trip

I can't remember where the dream started, but it is light and I leave to another planet. I can't remember if I leave from Earth or any other planet already. Chwe is with me. The planets are not real size. The size is measured by the surface you can see.
There is a scene in which Chwe hugs me, possibly when leaving. I had not seen it coming, and am surprised, so it takes a while but then I hug back. I think this was in my kitchen. Or it might have been outside.
We leave the first planet, presumably earth, we are in a happy mood. The next planet we pass is a small planet, definitely a globe shape, dark, but inhabited, maybe four people live here, and I can't remember if they were still there or were already dead a long time. Then it is a dead planet. The people are our height, but the planet is so small they seem big and they can only live there with so few. With four people the planet is occupied on all sides in fact.
We pass that one and come to the next which I suppose is the one where we want to get. And this is a nice planet and I have some knowledge of this planet before we land.
The first thing we notice is that the planet is bigger and the people are smaller. The people here are less than half a centimeter tall. They all wear or look orange. And they are a population on some kind of island. We land with our shuttle on the centre of the planet, there is a wide river crossing and across is a piece of green and the let's say gnomes are living there. They are very zealous in a way. By some accident a handful dies. Maybe me or Chwe caused this unwittingly. Not me I suppose because I knew they were here before I arrived. Then I notice the population goes back to its normal count rather quickly and I understand that because they are all so tiny, their life cycles are much quicker. There is one in specific who might be designated as king or leader. I know him in some kind of way.
While I'm busy there, Chwe finds a boat of wood on the river and is in it before I know it. I have not intention of going on a boat, but don't want Chwe to do more damage. On top of that I see the boat is built for people our size, and this must be some relic from an ancient race living here. The boat is still very solid. When I go in no one else is except Chwe. She is at a wall admiring the workmanship saying there is no trace of plastic anywhere and she is surprised and happy by that. But mentioning it makes me fear she wants plastic in it while when I understand this is solidly wood I want to keep it so. The wood is old, almost grey, a dark colour, spacious inside, like a room of wood on water. Single beams.
We decide to take a tour on the river. There were people outside on the far side of the river by the boat, possibly our height, but I can't remember what or who or why.
We go anti clockwise on the river. Soon enough it is clear that the river makes a circle, I think that is fine. There are mountains as well. The boat trip is nice, there is some wild water, mild, and we pick up some speed. I like it. I suppose we see everything from on top of the boat.
More than halfway we are about to get back to the point of start, but I see the river goes straight on while the circle would close if the river would bend to the left. There is a fork in the river. Unknown lands and waters are in front of us and I want to go to the left whatever the cost. I see pirates on a ship coming down from the mountain river that plunges in ours. While we too are going downstream, the whole time. We go with the flow. Only at this point things are a bit awkward. The boat naturally wants to go straight, but I fear that we will never get back in that case.
So in the fork I bend the ship to the left and it works. No harm done. There was a clear border anyway. Not that it would have stopped us, but it would have prevented us to go back. Also because of the current.

3.

Light, some complex of buildings and squares. Some game going on. Stairs, stone stairs like you would have in a city at a square. I'm in a team of six members of which I am one. They are currently in different places. Other teams are about and making better progress than us. I don't mind at all. I have a bag in my hand, like a bag with runes, but there are some kind of gaming pieces in it, like stones, cylindrical, and they are yellow but flecked with black, and that is why they remind me of leopards. Because I am the one holding this I am the leader. The other teams each have a sack like that. I know at least one other colour is black. I suppose blue and green are other colours.
We assemble on the stairs and then complete the final stage. I can't well remember what happened before. But from then on we go to the tower where we complete the mission, others have gone before us we know. We go in and go up the stairs (this seems linked with the dream of 't Vluggertje). Half of the group is up already. When I come to the upmost reach, there is a waiting room, you can see the stairs where we came from. Some sit on the stairs. Groups that have completed the mission are waiting here still, just hanging about, some of the members at least, most have gone. All is calm and peaceful and things are well directed and organized. There is a small room to the left, but you can see through the wall, though there is clearly a door. A young woman sits inside by the door and sometimes stands up, she is the one who admits people or asks them to wait. When we arrive, another group is still in the room, so we have some inkling of what will happen.
Some members of my group go in after that but I don't. I'm waiting for the others. My two brothers are in my team and also Mael. And the rest I can't remember. 
I know what will happen when I enter. I have to restrain myself. At first when I almost entered I felt the bag start to glow and light in the room started to shine and even down the bottom of my spine things got warm and there was pressure as if something was activated. I know that if I enter the room I will unleash the full power of it, but I cannot do this, I find, before the others have arrived. Two are behind, they sit on different stages of the stairs, and are preparing themselves. Among other things they are consulting oracles, there are people around who do divination especially for this. I am patient and wait. There is a second time I almost go in and am on the threshold, but still I hold back. I want to wait.
The bag in my hands is also wrapped in paper that wraps the cloth in which the pieces are. Maybe butter paper or newspaper. And I move this in my hand so that I grab it in a good way so I am completely ready.
Then one comes up and enters and then the other, and the dream ends.

4. Lemon

I'm in the garage of parents, going in, I see there are lemons, my dad has bought them, the door is open and he is in the door, I don't say anything, why did I buy a lemon then?

5. Black Pen

In Leuven, from Herent, on foot, nighttime though time to get to work, but earlier, busy roads. Near the canal. I come to a point where I have to cross the road. When I cross I leave a certain world behind me and enter another that feels more home and familiar, Leuven. On the other side I meet Brva, which is a chance meeting, but I am happy, we kiss, she kisses me, and when I realize that I kiss back and a little more, this is nice. Then I want to continue. But we have to be cautious, because emergency services need to pass, firemen, police, etc. 
There is a woman asking a pen. I have my black pen, this is still the same place. I have to other pens that I don't need, I want to give her one of these and she accepts, and when I look again I see she took my pen, nothing I can do about it.

Menstruating

1. Hijacking the Space Ship

Some place I can't remember, buildings, out of the way, we are a group of people. Don't remember the start and the middle of the dream.
Toward the end, we decide to hijack a spaceship, a small one, and do what we think is best, even if it is against authority's decision, so we must take care that they don't see us.
We run toward the more open and lighted place, outside, pavement, and around the corner where the shuttle is. Two of us go in, it is a really small one, just place for two. Mavh and Pheg go in and sit tight opposite each other. They seem to know each other well. There is a yellow button behind and above Mavh. We push this one, even if we know it means the death of them two, but it is the only way to solve this problem we are facing, maybe something like the end of the world. We're not seen when they launch. Then I see in the cockpit, though I'm not in there. They talk to each other, all the time, but they can't hear each other because there is no medium or ether, they're in space, though not that high up in space either. And at some point I can make out words from the lipping of Pheg, the words 'no problem' are in it. They seem to like each other.
Then they get caught. Don't know what happens then.
It turns out the yellow button is an illusion, we are caught, I feel it though it is both of them who are kicked out by the commanding officer, on that same pavement, which is in front of the barracks. His team is there too. He kicks Mavh and Pheg into the mud. They are naked I think.

2. Menstruation Blood of Pregnance

The scene changes. Still the same dream.
Light, I arrive somewhere, happy to be there and rather on a whim, but others seem to be present, all people that I know. First I meet two people on the way, and they were going the same way but I overtake them. I can't remember who. Then on the doorstep where a street crosses and I want to go left, there is Grdr and Clsm, who are chatting in the door, for it is one of either's house.
I have a paper bag with baguettes in it, three or four, don't know why I'm carrying it, and feels a bit awkward, but then the other two from earlier come too and have the same as if all this is planned. And I say hello to Grdr and Clsm, but I don't want to be too familiar either, so I don't know what expression to wear on my face. Recognition or not.
Then I continue my walk, and turn to the right. Here I meet Joja and his friend Kadv. And we are going the same way. This looks like a coincidence, but they seem to know what I am up to.
We discuss something, I can't remember what. 
Then we come in a back alley, but there is light, though a dead end, and people sit on the street floor, among which a lady, and they have wares to show. And we go there and I stop by the lady, and the three of us kneel, and to the right is something which is called 'klima', it draws my attention, though it is exceptional in her stall. And I immediately understand this object is about 'glima' the wrestling of viking age times. And I say as much. And Joja takes a moment to consider. But the lady, our age, says we can still enroll and should do.
That is when I see in this place many people stand up and making ready to fight, all of the men, young and tall. Before I know it I am among them. Earlier I said something about recalling the same in a film about Wolverine.
Now I am fighting one, then the other. And the last one takes the most time and I can't knock it down, nose to nose, so close are we, he is blond, short hair, almost red. We fight, but neither of us can win. I am a bit frustrated by it.

3. Airplane Crash

Still the same dream.
I don't know where I come from but I leave the group which hides in safety and I venture into more public places and this involves returning home, and I have to make sure no one sees me. I'm sure my mother is there, but she does not see me. I go into my apartment, there is a balcony and a small room adjacent to it. I go there to be alone. I have cloths and rags and towels with me, some a bit grey or dirty. But I press them to my behind and there is blood there. And this is why I am here, am the only one that could do this. This is menstruation blood, and it means I am pregnant.
The next moment I realize it is not me, I knew all along, but the negro woman that was in the group who was too afraid to come up here to show herself and speak up and tell she is pregnant. So the blood is all hers, though I am the one bleeding.
Can't remember all of it.
Then I see the night sky and I go out, and when I do it changes into the back of the house of parents. And I see an airplane, quite big, or rather it is low, too low in fact, and goes behind me, to the east, and I follow it with my eyes, curious as to where it goes. Then it suddenly dives down and I think this can't be right. It goes behind the houses so I don't see it. I don't follow it immediately, but then I think I should check and indeed when I go to the front of the house I see on the horizon the skyline of Leuven and the centre of it collapsing. Fire. Again and again I see the church tower collapse. And then two more planes crash and things feel rather apocalyptic and I don't know what to think, thinking this is important and will have serious and lasting consequences, but yet it seems disconnected of me.

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.

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.

Swollen Eyes

1. On my Way to Dore

Dore was in the dream, and the atmosphere of the dream was of her the whole time.
Something about the twilight films.

Possibly the same dream.
Something about a Buddha school of something something, possibly love. I remember cards or slips of paper in blue and rose with small texts, this was in a secondary school class room. Light.

Possibly the same dream still.
In Herent, centre side of town, near the Omleiding. Long dream, in the end I go near the Omleiding almost near the street of parents, but never really. Between there and Tildonksesteenweg. I will go to that street, because I want to go to Dore. From across the street, because I am at the centre side, I see Br coming from that way and watch him closely, he is alone, but I look at his hair to see if it is really him. This is at night, far away, not many people or traffic.
I cross the street, I think, and where Br is walking there is a market, small, maybe three stalls. And trees, like for a lane. There is one stall where the person has grilled chicken. All this while I'm on my way to Dore.

2. End of the World, Swollen Eyes, Flood

Suddenly my radio is on, which is what it does to wake me usually, so I think it is time to get up, but only when I fall asleep again do I realize that it was not real but part of a dream, while this seemed very very real.

Later, a building, can't remember the rest, but there was a lot going on there.
Something about an alternative, and in one group, there are two shooters, they have rifles. Teams are like this.
Everyone has been dealt a task, but a lot of them underestimate the shooting.
Outside of that building, light, workshops are going on, this teaming up and shooting is one of these things, toward the end of the weekend. I see two people sitting by the wall, among which an Asian looking young girl with freckles. I see she is not comfortable. No one takes notice. At some point without much deliberation I go to her and give her a hug and she is comforted by that.
End of the world kind of atmosphere, also the place.
N and D are there, they are leaving. They have to pass through the different houses, because all are arranged in one long row, but there is no street, you can only go through the houses. They all look similar. The houses are on some sort of dyke that goes into the sea, as at a port. Something about the roof. Art, there is also a snack house.
I thought: there is nothing left, but N sees some, and these are fried pieces of plaice, and they are big. This is on our way back through the houses, one of these houses is a restaurant. But because it is the end of the world, no one has supplies, so all the stores are empty and I have no trust that there will be still anything left to eat. Everyone is sold out. They have only basic things which are not nice left. Dad is there in the shop.
At some point I see a comic book, the inside, with Fras as a main character.
Something about singing, possibly in one of those houses, and possibly an activity, like chanting.
The end of the building, or of the city is water, the city ends in water, and I recognize this as a flood, we are completely surrounded, and I am thinking about boats. I tell myself that I will have to swim.
There is a pier. But there are no boats. 

There is also a section in which I eat broccoli. This is my own lunch, so earlier in the dream, but then I am made aware that some people have cooked, and I might take some of that too, and this is macaroni with a creamy sauce and broccoli, I have just eaten my own, but when I go look in the kitchen and see the big restaurant trays with this, then I am thinking that the broccoli looks better, and the pieces are bigger. Catering of this place, but I think it is actually participants who took the initiative.

Maybe the same dream, the end, my eyes itch, something is wrong with them, I want to open them, I can't, they keep itching and I keep rubbing my hands in them, then I see myself in the mirror, and when I see my eyes I see that they are held closed or almost, because they are swollen, the right eye, in the mirror, is more swollen than the other. Like of a bee sting, but there is no such history in the dream. I knew something was wrong with my eyes. Now I am sure, because I see it in the mirror. I can't do anything about it. This is the most lucid moment of the dream, of the whole night in fact.

Spider in the Sand

1. Leaving the Hotel

The place where I am looks like the side of my parents' home, where the side door is, though this place is longer, more open, and in different colours. This is some kind of hotel, where I have been staying the last few days, with other people I know, possibly also my brothers. Hotel is only at ground level, which is why it is long, but it is not wide.
We are making ready to leave the place and are packing. I am behind a bit, but I let the others go, not worrying, and I like it here.
Before that in the dream was another fragment, when I stayed there. The road goes down a long way and stretches a long way and reminds me of the road from Herent to Leuven. And on somewhere halfway the slope is where Siph is living and it is a long time since I've seen him, so we go to visit him. I want to do this. What happened before this I can't remember. But it is night and dark and we go in, his house is small. He is making soup, I think, I can't remember the rest.
Then back in the hotel is the time for us to leave, I must have been half awake or sleepy in the dream, for I remember being naked or half naked. So, all the others have checked out already, then I pass the place where the side door would be and this is like a living room, but no one is there and it has been tidied. But I see my laptop, notebook, lying there, on the floor, underneath one of the chairs. So I must have left it there from last night or something. I make a mental note to pick it up later, because now I have other things on my mind and am not gone yet.
I go back a little, where there is a little corner, outside, and there is some kind of sand box, for children to play in. I have some experiment going on here, though the sand wasn't here before, only when I decided I would be doing something like that, which has something to do with the dead, dead bodied, but I can't remember the particulars. Maybe digging them up from the sand. I also remember that in days past I or we played here with paper too, but this was on the right side of the sand and through time the paper must have mixed with the sand, but you can't detect it, because the paper has disintegrated in the meantime.
But I add something extra, also to the left side, which is the experimental side, and that is a big black spider, some dangerous exotic kind, but I want it there for experiment, though I don't remember what it should do, but obviously it does whatever I expect it to. After a while I think I should be careful, because the spider is dangerous, can bite or is poisonous. The spider can live underneath the sand and sometimes tears open the sand and reveals what is beneath, and I am surprised that underneath the sand is room, not too deep, but there is empty space there. The spider is rather intelligent. I stay there a long time, watching, or doing whatever else. I am mostly in the sand myself. Spider slices through the sand and can move more sand than I could imagine, and it makes holes too. Black Widow kind (?).

There is some other dream fragment which I think belongs to the same dream, and this is in a different place, close to a market square and some people go dressed as dinosaurs, all green. And we just arrive, but I have somehow known about this and want to join eventually. I look at the different dinosaurs, their size and hands in particular. There is only one who has hands with fingers. I am also observing how they mimic the size of the dinosaurs, and I try to see whether I can see which dinosaurs these are. Iguanodon is certainly among them.

Back at the hotel. (I can't read my notes well). Maybe a dog, wants to do something, kid is there, kid needs help. Then the electricity shuts down, but the machine with which we want to make a call is not completely down, the only buttons that are still lighted are the one we need. So this is near the hotel, but outside, at the other side of the road, in the dark, it must be night, and there is a phone booth, and the dog wants to make a phone call. And at first, the whole keyboard is lighted. Then this short circuiting or whatever makes it less easy to handle, and I think that it can't be done at all, or I just don't want to do this and go away, but I suppose the kid is still there and perseveres. The keyboard says something like 'kids only', those buttons light up, but that is okay, because it is for a kid. But the kid, boy, does not know who to call. Yet the possibilities are limited, this because of the shutdown.

There is also a fragment in which there is a truck. A white one, but very large, because when it passes other trucks that are similar and white, then it is indeed twice the size. This is the biggest one that we sent, and I did that. N and D are here, hotel site, and the brothers T&B possibly too.

2. Dream Photos

I'm in the living room of parents, sleepy, and yet doing stuff, at the same time this place is the same place as where I was in the former dream, with friends, in a hotel. The right side is still close to outside or there is no wall at all. The left side is inside and that is where I am, on the sofa, and sometimes on the table. I have my computer with me. Behind me are other people. I am checking something and then I find pictures that I did not know I had, because these are snapshots from the dreams I had tonight. And they are very clear and they are also very real, the whole atmosphere of those dreams is in it, so one picture differs seemingly in quality from another, but it is in actual fact the haziness of the dream itself that is captured.
First I see a series of photos that were taken in the same place but one or two dreams before, and I wonder about the technology, because no photographer or camera was involved. On these first few photos is a being that was in the dream and which I think is weird it is taken, because it is a spirit and not anyone could see it, in one picture he is clearly the devil of the tarot cards. The demon reminds me of Eliphas Levi, too. This demon is in different photos and always near me. White and black as if he is a drawing. And white haze on the photo, though it is in colour.
Another set of photos is more to my liking, because I might discern naked ladies on it and I know they were in my dreams. And in some I am right, but in others I am not, because you can't see it very well. But there is one beautiful photograph with a lot of red haired maidens and wide green ribbons dancing on a green hill, this is marvelous. And I have another picture of one of these maidens, and I know I have met her in one of my dreams.
I want to show these pictures to my friends behind me (I am reminded of Chwe), while I am still lying half asleep either on the table or on the sofa. And I am working on my table which is connected to my laptop, to get the pictures right. The tablet is in the far left corner and stands up so as to provide a good view.
I'm very proud of these pictures.
One picture was difficult to focus on because the centre consisted of light, but it moved with you when you looked around the photograph, and sometimes the light was stronger and sometimes fainter but it was always there, linked to the picture itself. I thought it was troublesome, because you can't see what is shot.

3. Worn Trousers

Fragment. I am wearing my new jeans and go over it with my hands and feel that it is worn already. This after only a few days, I think it is a pity, but I don't make a fuss about it.

Sand Castle

1. Sand and Sea

At first something like a school building, light, many people, my age, all busy, something of an examination going on. Me too, but I can't remember what. First outside, maybe a fragment inside too.
After this, a park. We descend to the beach, though the whole place seems rather inland, there are meadows and so on. But here there is sand like on a beach and it is shaped in a certain way so that when the water floods in it will automatically go certain ways, but it is naturally built so.
This fragment is rather lucid. N and D are there. Water floods in, and I busy myself with the construction, and shape the sand this way and that, to catch the ebb and flow of the sea. Something red is here too, maybe my clothes or another person still who is nearby, maybe a girl. Mother is also in the neighbourhood, but I can't remember what she did or when.
Something about a photograph.
Beyond the sand structure to the left is a shed, and beyond that landscape, but no real sea.

2. Taiji Master of Another School

Something about selecting a dvd, both my parents are there, and Ilfr.
At some other point I enter a building which reminds me more or less of the public library of Leuven, and I would enter from the Rijschoolstraat. And I see people practicing taiji but their teacher is not there, and possibly I join for a while.
A small path on the left as if in a garden, wooden fence to the left of it.
Can't remember that part well.
At the end of the dream I enter a building and soon enough I realize this is the back part of the same building, but now I am in the right direction, and before I saw the students through the big glass window of the classroom, but now I see them across of where I am, there is only a corridor in between, and again a big glass window, so definitely a room, but rather windows instead of walls.
When I realize, then Elbe is there, and I suddenly (?) have my taiji sword with me, and I enter the room. There is a big Asian guy to the left, sits down, not well aligned, and the students to the right, some of whom I recognize. I keep standing up, my sword in hand.
He says his students told him that my sword techniques are like Judo something something, and that he wants nothing to do with a technique that is so rough and external. I'm a little taken aback because I am sure I was trying to do things internally. So I defend myself without admitting to do things rough or without apology of some sort. And there is a short discussion.
Then I retreat because there is nothing I can do here, yet. But outside, when I leave the room, Elbe laughs with me and says that we were like two bears fighting, and I think that is odd, because it was not like fighting at all, but two taiji persons sorting things out. But it was how she perceived it and in hindsight she might have been right.
Last part something about being home, of parents, and watching tv. Can't remember the details.

+3. Too Late Again

 There is a room, a woman and a man, I ask the woman something, but she has already promised herself to the man. The woman is Chwe, and the man is Mefa or Woli. And this in the brief interval of her having no lover, which means that I missed my chance. Again. This on an upper floor.

Day of the Shooting Stars

1. Two Moons

At night. Table, chair, I sit on it and am falling asleep on the chair. It is dark inside the room. To my left is a couch, there is another chair.

 

Chwe is in the neighbourhood, but behind me in a different room and I can't see her but I know she is there. Her two cats are with me. One is dozing on one end of the sofa, the other is near me, either on my lap or by my chair.
At some point I do change to the couch and try to move in without disturbing the cat that sits there. And the other cat is already trying to crawl on top of me. And then I sleep or rest on the couch. The cat that was first on the couch was on the side of my chair, but I now lay my head to the other side, so I know she has room enough.
Then Chwe comes back and takes a seat, I suppose on the sofa, though I can't remember. After a short while she suddenly kisses me on the lips, just once, quickly. I am surprised by that, by the fact that she takes initiative. Then I do the same to her, quickly a few times, and there is some back and forth kissing, but all is rather harmless and innocent.
Then the scene changes a bit though we are still on the couch, but I am looking upward, and we must be sitting now, me on the left and she on my right. And I see the dark sky of the night in front above us. Maybe at first I was only looking at the ceiling or I must have expected to be able to see the night sky, but how I got to that point I can't remember, as if there is a piece missing in the dream that I have not even dreamed.
When I see the stars and am sure of it I tell Chwe to look too, and she does, but not immediately. Surely she can't see the same things as me. I can see the moon, and I want to show her, but the moon is not bright, but black and hidden. And there is one large one across the sky, and another smaller in a normal size but round like a full moon. Darkness passes over it like clouds and you can't really see the moons, though I can and when I am sure of both being there I try to point it out to her.

  or

I don't think she sees it. But then the next thing happens and I see a shooting star. Then I see another one, and I tell Chwe again to look, because I don't think she is actually watching, and I see gradually more and more shooting stars, and after a while the sky is filled with them and I can't believe it. I am thinking then that this is one of those special days where you can see many, but what I see now is really beyond tally. I say: look.
After a while watching this I am thinking there must be some space war going on in the upper atmosphere because this is not normal anymore. Things move crisscross and sometimes I imagine seeing the movements or maneuvers of space ships, fighters, but I can't be sure.
Then the dream changes again and I can't explain. Morning, the others are also here, and when we join them it is a bit awkward because of what happened between us and I don't know how to relate to Chwe, and don't know whether to say something of it to the others or not. And I can't remember the rest of the dream.

2. Taiji Application with the Master

Same dream, so this is what happens even later in the dream. Training hall, Pake is in the centre, I am behind him and other taiji people about, but to my right is another group and they are the organizers so everything that happens depends on them, green.
At some point Pake starts to do a demonstration, he is not told to by the organizers but there is nothing else to do and it has something to do with the whole organization and he believes it is the right moment and opportunity to do it. So he demonstrates a form that no one has ever seen again, and I even can't remember it now. Everyone watches, because it is beautiful. Then he says he will do the quick form, and this I know, so I decide to copy and follow him, and I also go closer, because I know he might do pushing hands and it would be good if he showed with me as a partner.
I think I am about the only one following him from close by and mimicking his movements. They are more detailed but different from what I know but it is certainly based on what I already know. And amazingly, the moves I copy go very smoothly and are always accurate, even if the fist goes out in a way I don't expect, like backward. I follow his steps.
When he sees the last two steps were difficult for people to understand, he is about to explain them and he does, but in the meantime I come a little closer again, because I'm sure he will show with someone, and I know that when I am the person nearest to him, he will pick me. So he explains the two moves first to the left and then the same step to the right and it reminds of ward off left and ward of right from the slow form.
At last he indeed decides to do an application and he does it to me, so I stand before him, but when he touches I try to remain very soft and he cannot find my centre, and we move about a bit, and this is a point that I become more awake because of the lucidity which makes it difficult to maintain the peaceful state of giving no resistance but yet keep contact, and I can, but then I start to change, because I want to look for his centre and push him, but I can't do that, because my arms definitely become to hard and that is completely the wrong way. But in this way we move a little across the room, touching and looking for each other's centre, and it is quite deep and intimate and that is where ultimately the dream ends.

3. Mexican Burgers

Last dream.
First in Belgium, probably Leuven, I'm in a small restaurant where they serve Mexican burgers, they are good but average. I know those people, two men who are already a bit of age keep this restaurant. Other people were here too. Light. At some point one of the keepers tells me he wants to move and open a restaurant in London, or maybe he says in Britain. And he asks me whether I think that is a good idea, and I think he'll only be average there, but I don't say anything. We talk a little and then I ask him where he would move, because it is not clear to me, and he says Paris. I am surprised because I was sure he meant London, and I try to convince him of London and moreover I can only tell about London because I don't know Paris.
I have seconds in this restaurant, they must have been closing for the night. Can't remember what other things happened, some interactions with other customers.
Then a part where I am somewhere else but not yet moved all the way abroad, somewhere halfway. Different stalls. I sit in one place because I know the people. I am served on by Ev who also has a restaurant. She's working alone. Can't remember what I'm having. At some point when I am eating she is bringing something else and when she comes around to face me and put it down I touch her hand, or finger, but a bit too long, and she notices and is a bit upset, does not say anything, but removes herself from the scene, to the right and keeps the distance, and to the right is a lawn.
Later I am with the first restaurant keepers again, and they have now moved into London. But now I forgot what happened. Pi is there. Long tables. I sit down. Others there. Away from the tables of Pi who has his own restaurant. When he brings food on his table, I want to be there, but I stay where I am. Nice things are served and the plates are very big, family size. All fresh and steaming. Like pizzas.

Lost in Deep Space

1. Bound
(Vision)

Last part of a dream, new scene.
I am walking home at night, from centre of town, through Ravenstraat. I pass my street on the right without realizing it. It rains slightly. I have my eyes turned down a bit, but then suddenly I see another person coming from the other side, walking this street. And in an instant I recognize her. It is Kaco, and I assume she is going home as well, since she now works nearby. She wears dark blue, and I recognize her haircut. She sees me too in that instance.
I don't want to be a bother, so I immediately turn my head to the right, and look down, and stay where I am, but I can tell that she stopped moving as well, as she had not expected to run into me. So both of us look away.
When I want to look back at her I can't, as if I am bound, and I can't even get up. I am crouched, though still on my two feet, and this seems to be something I do to myself, but not being able to look back at her reminds me of those times in the past in dreams where I am not able to open my eyes because the light is too blinding. It seems that she has such a hard time, or I do, with facing each other, that I can't look at her and start to collapse onto myself, and there is nothing I can do, and I even hear myself groan when I wake up. I moan in reality, that is the end of the dream, or vision, because all looked as if it might have been real.

2. Two German Girls

Light, Leuven, Hooverplein. At the balloon statue, I pass a girl that I know. A little later I meet another, and both are somehow linked. And somewhat later when I pass the same spot they are both together, as if dealing out leaflets to people, a little distance away from each other. One is dressed in red, the other I can't remember, but more like dark blue I think. And I know their names, because one is called Christine, and the other is called Anne-Lise. And at those different timing I go up to them and ask them questions, but I can't remember regarding what, only that I thought they might be able to help me. One of them reminds me of the girl from Germany, Berlin, who visited my uncle and aunt B&D two weeks ago. She is my age. In the dream, both might be from Germany.

3. Black Ship, Red Nebula, Paper Water Bird Planet

Maybe the same dream.
I'm on a ship, on land, because it is pulled on dry land and refurbished as a ship. I don't think I have been here before, but the location is where Stuk is, and this place is very posh. It has three stories, the outside of the ship is black with white, but mostly black. The inside is like a large rectangle. Very large, the whole complex is some distance above ground, so you can see the parts of the ship that would normally be under the surface of the water. There are metal stairs to go up and down.
I think I am in the middle section, and in the corner at my back to the right is a kitchen, professional. And this is a restaurant.
Later the three sections are pulled together and form one big ship. D is there.
At some point in this or another dream, Dore is there.
Then things change, but still the same dream, next thing I remember is the city, and then I am in space on a spacecraft with someone else. The two of us cruise through deep space, nowhere near a place I am familiar with and all is dark, but the spots where we just passed, and in fact we look at the rear of the ship, because there seems to be some sublimation, crystallization, like airplanes leave in the air. And it is mostly red and nebulous, and I think it is a wonderful sight, and it tells us something about the composition of space.
We are actually lost with our spacecraft, the two of us.
While we watch this fuel vapour or whatever it is, the other person asks me if we have a certain atom on board, because he would like to fire that across the nebula behind the ship, and it will work like an indicator, and we will know even more about the composition, and we will also be able to tell if this is real space we are identifying or the gases from the ship, but it is the first. The atom is called Fiero.
I don't know what he means, but I look closer to see if what he means.
The nebula has waves in it in red hues, and you can see the curvings of space or gravity, and that means that this sight unveils planets and so on, in space, that we pass somehow.
It is like a big soft red cloud that stretches behind us, and it is a signature, of the location in space.
Planets and star systems become apparent and clearly recognizable.
So then we look more intent, and even without the atom we start to see individual planets and systems. Some have texts in space on them, in English, and this is weird to encounter, and a few ones later, there is even a planet with a long text inscribed on top of it and a voice is repeating the text, and this is a weird sensation. I wonder how it is possible. Colours also have changed to these different objects, mostly white.
At some point we land, more by accident or pressure than by will, and when we descend through the clouds we enter a city, and to our left we see a white crane hovering reading the newspaper, but the bird is made of paper, white. And when we land, we see more of the same creatures. And somewhat later we learn that these paper birds live in or under the water, in ponds.
The reason why we landed is because we are without fuel. So once on the planet I start thinking about solutions. We don't find fuel.
Then, at some point we are told by someone living here that we should hurry and go to a certain office, booth, and formally register as being aliens, or coming from outer space, because if we don't do this before three o'clock, we will be regarded as people of this planet, and we will not be able to leave the planet.
I was already thinking of going there. And while we go there, round a house first, then cross the square, it has started to rain, or hail, and the white stones are a chemical substance but not water, ammonia is among it and some other substance I can't remember.

4. Catching a Train

There might have been a dream in which I was in a train station, with other people. But I can't remember well.

5. Maffia

There was some last dream which was chaotic, in a house, different rooms, but mostly at the road side, and lots of people, and competing with another group. I do my own thing. Can't remember the rest, though the end was that I was too awake to call it a dream anymore, there was a car abducting my brother D, I went after them, came back, had homework to do, made eggs in the frying pan, added another one, while people were still crowding, one girl was of the bad guys team, near me, I hug her from behind, she is pregnant I feel.

+6. Chestful of Tomatoes

I remember a fragment where I grab tomatoes, all small ones like cherry tomatoes and a little bigger than that, but different colours, red and yellow, these were all different kinds of tomato in fact, and I tried to grab many in my hand as I could, but I could not hold on to more than fitted in my hand, naturally, this shows my greed, or the desire to be fast. The wooden basket in which they lay was turned away from me. Inside, other people around but not much.