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.
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Wednesday, 11 December 2013
Thursday, 12 September 2013
The Name of the Rainbow
1. Someone from Heaven
People have assembled. Place that is outside, but enclosed, so it feels inside, long access road, as wide as the place itself, then the place itself, which has the looks of a big hall, on top of hill or mountain, and at the other end of it is an room, which is separate and there is a door to it. The first hall is for waiting and preparing, the second is for actually doing stuff, what we all came here for. The first hall may also have a little market, like you would at a psychic fair.
No one I know. I go in at a certain point. I see Kaco there, on the side, on the right, and being very timid, but I don't make contact, and I don't when I go back either. I ignore her.
I can't remember what happened inside, but when I go back outside, then I go back to my own stall, which is on the left, a woman has a stall next to me, she is definitely experienced in these kind of things, I think that she even does not go in anymore. I start to pack my stuff. I had laid out on a piece of cloth my crystals, and now I take them one by one, the precious ones first, which are the diamonds. But I realize when I do this that it was indeed a good idea not to bring the diamonds out, and lay them on the cloth, because they get dirty and lost in the folds of the cloth. And so I put either those or the rock crytals away. I have a small plastic box that reminds me of my seal ring, and put it in, but I have difficulties in closing the box, because the soft stuff that is there to protect the stone is coming out over the edges and even after a few times I can't close it.
Then I leave.
After that, the scene changes, I am no longer alone, and I am not on the mountain but at the sea now. Family is with me. We are driving a bus, I am driving, no one is on it. It is easy to drive in the water and back out of it, I try a few times. It is easy because there are mats on which cars and trucks can drive into the water, there is no difference in level, and that feels a little unnatural, there is no real beach either. The mats are plastic and have to colour of grass. Plastic or rubber.
Next we are on the water and we travel a long way, and the sky is a deep pink or rosy, eternal dusk kind of thing, everlasting evening. We float on the water like a boat, but it still a bus. We travel for at least five weeks, which might be a number that I rationalized in the dream, because if I hadn't then I would still be on it, so I had to cut it short (lucid?).
At that point I have lost all bearing, and I don't know what's fore or aft and there is sea everywhere and it all looks the same. Yet I have no fear. The colours are still strange. The horizon looks the same in all directions. This condition lasts for some time.
Only because I decide it is five weeks does it become finite again, and we find land. A very different continent than where we came from, which was innocent and joyous and free. Now we come out of the water, and the change from sea to land is the same as before and trucks are driving from the sea to land, so I know it is the right thing to do and we can do it too.
The whole place looks military, and I am shocked by the level of civilization that we meet. The all speak proper and everything is organized. I find it disturbing and I become a little homesick to the child's play of before. This place is too stern.
Scene changes again, and we are inland in an urban area, walked there for a bit and then come behind a certain building. Native population is here, too. Suddenly at the back of the building we look up and in the sky we see some sort of rainbow, but it is only one colour, gold, golden light, and it arcs across the sky and I see where it touches the land, though it is faraway and behind trees like usual.
Apparently, the local people know about this phenomenon but they don't know what to make of it and there is a little bit of fear, ignorance, uncertainty. I see the alien descend in a straight line from the top to where we are. He is completely humanoid, but dressed in a dark space suit. Where he came from in the arc, there is a gap, and now it is as if two separate streams or currents make up the rainbow. But a line of line also marks the way this person comes down or goes up.
When I see all this I immediately understand it, I know what it is and I know fear is unnecessary. I don't say anything though but the alien does not do anything either, just stands there, he is on my right.
I do take action. And I can do this because I now what I'm dealing with, and I look up, and send a strong line of light up (?) and I open the gate to heaven in that way, and no one had thought it was possible, but the fact that the man from heaven came down created the opportunity. To do this I make use of my bow (?) of light, possibly bow and arrow.
And to materialize it I name the places where the rainbow touches the earth, first on my right side and then on my left side. I can do this because I know the name of the Rainbow. I can't remember the name I used for the right side, and I also can't remember what that place looked like, but the technique was to split the name of the rainbow in twain and use those as anchor points relating them to earthly positions. So the second position or the left arc I name Tesa-Wood, because there is a wood far on the left, and because the second part of the name of the Rainbow is Tesa.
After this episode I am back on my original continent with my family and I am very happy, as a child and cycling on my bicycle the way home that we we came in the first place. And this place is natural and light and on a height and looks like the surroundings of a video game.
My brother D is reading a book and lags behind for that reason. And some girls are there too. And I see what happens. Where he stops by the road side there is a little hill, but bunnies live in it. And first a white one comes out and then a black one, and they go back inside, and this happens a few times, but clearly there are many bunnies and half of them are white and the other half is black. But the black ones come out more often. It is a very picturesque and peaceful scene.
Then it changes a little. I am where my brother is, or who catches up with us, though the memory of the black bunnies is still strong. And I lie in a cradle of some kind, but this must be inside in a house of sorts, and someone is lying beside me on my left, a woman, but no interaction because she is asleep, and my intention is to sleep too, only D is still up and about and there is still space on my right for this is a cradle for three persons and someone should lie down there and then we can all sleep. Sometimes I have my eyes closed and sometimes open. And next time I open them I see how he put the cat V in the cradle, on my right. Some space between. And he tries to feed the cat. I think that is nice. D has difficulties to feed the cat and tries all kinds of things.
I look at V and try to establish some contact, am curious if she still remembers me. Here I am not sure of chronology anymore, but this happens. She come closer, and comes close with her head to my cheek and blows on it. And I think this happens on two occasions. The first time, D comments that she is about to throw up, though I interpreted as affection. But that breaks the contact. I think after that I look at V very intently, and she turns her cat head to me and looks at me, and this is a lucid moment and though the eyes and face are of a cat and furry, I look into her eyes, sharply, and only once and a little bit, at the end, does she move her brows, as if she wants to tell me something, but I know that looking is fine with cats, no more is necessary.
Then the second time she blows in my face, she is close to my face and it is linked with a text that I was reading, in Old Norse, something about Blaesinn. And what the cat does is like magic, the act is a magical act, though the feeling is not so strong. But I think it is special that a cat can do this.
The dream ends, but I am still in REM phase and a new dream follows in an entirely different place, with entirely different people and an entirely different atmosphere. However, there might be a link with the sleeping.
Square room, dark or black, maybe someone beside me, like a woman, but in the background. I am looking in front of me, but maybe from a bed, and there is a window on that side, and light. And there in the corner I see a young blond man playing a song. And I listen carefully, and this must be a new song by Nirvana, the lyrics and the melody are typical, but I don't know the song, it seems to be a medley of different older songs. I don't see K.C. himself though. But I hear the music very clearly and listen attentively.
The reason why I know it is a new song, even if I know it is impossible, is because K.C. sings about iphones and smartphones. Then a second famous man appears, and this is Samuel Jackson.
2. The Long Way Around
Beginning of dream that I remember is in a house, I have a day off from work, and am in my apartment, the stairs is on the left side, the space is one big living room, rather old fashioned, a kitchen and balcony at the backside. A big wooden table in the centre, carpet, bookshelves on the left. Rather dark.
I am spending my time there when Evwe comes in, because she and Keva live here in the house too, we share the house. But both of them are supposed to work today, but Evwe it seems has to go home and back for something particular. Keva is at work.
She is at the table. When I realize we are alone, I decide this is my best chance to approach her and see what she does. So I am on her right first but go behind her back to her left, but come much closer and when I am close enough behind her I touch and hold her for a moment, and she does not look back in anger, but does nothing, I keep it on for a while, but she gives no answer.
I'm not sure what happened then, maybe Keva came in to get her, and the three of us are off to work.
If I remember well, Keva and Evwe went ahead of me, but Keva came in to check on his food, which is a dark place that I did not know about on the left, and now I see when he left that a big pot of peanut butter is on the rack and he said that everyone could use everything, I have a pot of peanut butter as well, but in my personal cupboard and it is almost finished, so I am looking forward to using his. I also see he has two pots of spaghetti sauce, and they are actually mine, and they have been here for a while and I think that now I see them I should open one and use it. I was thinking of a certain recipe and I can use that, though I don't eat meat.
Anyway, I am going to work as well and once we are outside we are in the city of London. Light.
I remember that we descend some stairs in a public place going to the lift to get us down, but many other people are here too, and I don't know how things work so I am slow. When the lift arrives, many people come in, and many go in. I let it go. Keva and Evwe are gone with them. I stay behind but I have to get down somehow too.
This is a kitchen too, and people who have just arrived or who are about to leave are having breakfast here, and most of it is cooked and hot, and they are all packed in the corner, with suits, and I think it is a funny side, and I consider for a moment to join, but there is no room and I don't like the atmosphere. So I go back to the lift, which is behind of me, and look how it works. I see the display which says up and down, and it appears there are a lot more levels to this building than I expected. I thought there was only first floor and ground floor, but if you go down you automatically arrive in the garage, which is too low and I don't have to be there at all. The lift also works in one of two ways and it is a combination of floors, but none of the combinations suits my wish.
When I push the button to call the lift, I see that many other levels above ours exist and that the lift might go up all the way first before it comes down, and it will take so much time, I realize I let my chance slip by the first time.
Anyway at some point I am outside, light again. London. I am wearing nothing but a t-shirt. I can't remember all of it. There was a woman with us too, who had to go the same way as us, and she was very understanding of my situation, but I can't remember who she is.
At some point we are relaxing, but in fact we are waiting to cross the street, but I lean back against a fence or hedge. The two ladies are on my left, that is the woman and Evwe. I try to stay in the background because I am only wearing this t-shirt. This must be for some time now. I have no underpants since some time, so much is clear. But I am also only wearing one sock, on my left foot.
When the lights turn green for us to cross the road, it takes a moment for me to realize that we have to keep going, and I need some time too, because the other sock is on the pavement but I want to put it on. I take it from the floor and it is dirty, grey of soot, and I think that must be the cars' combustion. Even in such a short time my sock became dirty, but I put it on anyway. Then I take up a tile which I had already with me. It is a stone tile from a pedestrian area pavement, but not from here, I was carrying it with me for some time already. And I keep it in front of me as if to hide my private parts.
People look a bit funny, but I pretend as if I am carrying a tile and just happen to be naked and cross the road.
Then we come to some other difficulty. Maybe I am alone again there for a moment. And the problem is that I seem to be in a wrong side of London and I also don't remember anymore what the right direction is or what the name of the street is where I work, though in my mind it is in the west. The others must have found their way.
How did I get into this situation, I was following someone's guidance and suddenly left the underground, which I should not have done. I have no ticket with me anyway. Besides, I leave the underground all the way on the left side, where there is something for wheelchairs that is open, so I can pass. I follow some guy's example in this. But now I can't travel underground anymore and I clearly got out in the wrong place.
Big street. I try to look for sign posts but can't read them. Even if the others who are or were with me can and seem to point me in the right direction (am not sure of chronology here). So I cross the street after a while and ask the man who is guarding an other entrance to the underground station, and he says I have to take the bus or the boat. The walk through things that he guards as entrance are red. I go back a little, because between that and the signposts were machines and they were both for tickets and for making phone calls. So I will now phone my work to ask them the address.
Before that I discussed with the guardian what the address might be, because I had no clue anymore. But we decided on High Street. The I am at the phone booth. There are some in a row, maybe three or four. And other people now use them as well, and on the backside there are more. Or on the backside they are ticket booths, self service.
I look at the machine. I am on the left one, I look to my right and everyone seems to be able to operate this, but I can't find the right keyboard. On the left is something to put your paying card in, but there are a few more keypads on the machine and I don't find the one which could dial a phone number. This is a problem. Fragment ends there but continues somewhere else again.
Now my friends are with me again, I don't remember how we got where we are, but they know the way and we hurry, and come to a big complex building, which looks like a castle, palace, or some Oxford college. Now my friends are guiding me, they take me along inside, in the income hall which is still public, then it becomes difficult again, because we are not allowed to go any further. I don't know how they found this building, but I now that if we walk it to the very end of it then we will arrive in the place where we need to be. This surely is the long way.
Some people are coming out of the wooden double doors, a stairs behind those. Three students, one tall guy is carrying a two handed sword for some fancy ceremony I suppose, the sword is really big, and I like that and think I must be in the right place. They go outside, my friends make clear that this is the moment to sneak in, which we do, and no one stops us.
Then we are inside, but it is still difficult because we don't have access throughout the building, we need keys, someone on the central room knows us, dressed in white and pink and sits down as if watching a game of tennis, and has keys, a woman, and she might lend us. I think that is what the ladies are discussing. I follow their steps. Where I need to be is all the way in front, because we came in through the back door. And a man, maybe my teacher, is waiting for me there.
People have assembled. Place that is outside, but enclosed, so it feels inside, long access road, as wide as the place itself, then the place itself, which has the looks of a big hall, on top of hill or mountain, and at the other end of it is an room, which is separate and there is a door to it. The first hall is for waiting and preparing, the second is for actually doing stuff, what we all came here for. The first hall may also have a little market, like you would at a psychic fair.
No one I know. I go in at a certain point. I see Kaco there, on the side, on the right, and being very timid, but I don't make contact, and I don't when I go back either. I ignore her.
I can't remember what happened inside, but when I go back outside, then I go back to my own stall, which is on the left, a woman has a stall next to me, she is definitely experienced in these kind of things, I think that she even does not go in anymore. I start to pack my stuff. I had laid out on a piece of cloth my crystals, and now I take them one by one, the precious ones first, which are the diamonds. But I realize when I do this that it was indeed a good idea not to bring the diamonds out, and lay them on the cloth, because they get dirty and lost in the folds of the cloth. And so I put either those or the rock crytals away. I have a small plastic box that reminds me of my seal ring, and put it in, but I have difficulties in closing the box, because the soft stuff that is there to protect the stone is coming out over the edges and even after a few times I can't close it.
Then I leave.
After that, the scene changes, I am no longer alone, and I am not on the mountain but at the sea now. Family is with me. We are driving a bus, I am driving, no one is on it. It is easy to drive in the water and back out of it, I try a few times. It is easy because there are mats on which cars and trucks can drive into the water, there is no difference in level, and that feels a little unnatural, there is no real beach either. The mats are plastic and have to colour of grass. Plastic or rubber.
Next we are on the water and we travel a long way, and the sky is a deep pink or rosy, eternal dusk kind of thing, everlasting evening. We float on the water like a boat, but it still a bus. We travel for at least five weeks, which might be a number that I rationalized in the dream, because if I hadn't then I would still be on it, so I had to cut it short (lucid?).
At that point I have lost all bearing, and I don't know what's fore or aft and there is sea everywhere and it all looks the same. Yet I have no fear. The colours are still strange. The horizon looks the same in all directions. This condition lasts for some time.
Only because I decide it is five weeks does it become finite again, and we find land. A very different continent than where we came from, which was innocent and joyous and free. Now we come out of the water, and the change from sea to land is the same as before and trucks are driving from the sea to land, so I know it is the right thing to do and we can do it too.
The whole place looks military, and I am shocked by the level of civilization that we meet. The all speak proper and everything is organized. I find it disturbing and I become a little homesick to the child's play of before. This place is too stern.
Scene changes again, and we are inland in an urban area, walked there for a bit and then come behind a certain building. Native population is here, too. Suddenly at the back of the building we look up and in the sky we see some sort of rainbow, but it is only one colour, gold, golden light, and it arcs across the sky and I see where it touches the land, though it is faraway and behind trees like usual.
Apparently, the local people know about this phenomenon but they don't know what to make of it and there is a little bit of fear, ignorance, uncertainty. I see the alien descend in a straight line from the top to where we are. He is completely humanoid, but dressed in a dark space suit. Where he came from in the arc, there is a gap, and now it is as if two separate streams or currents make up the rainbow. But a line of line also marks the way this person comes down or goes up.
When I see all this I immediately understand it, I know what it is and I know fear is unnecessary. I don't say anything though but the alien does not do anything either, just stands there, he is on my right.
I do take action. And I can do this because I now what I'm dealing with, and I look up, and send a strong line of light up (?) and I open the gate to heaven in that way, and no one had thought it was possible, but the fact that the man from heaven came down created the opportunity. To do this I make use of my bow (?) of light, possibly bow and arrow.
And to materialize it I name the places where the rainbow touches the earth, first on my right side and then on my left side. I can do this because I know the name of the Rainbow. I can't remember the name I used for the right side, and I also can't remember what that place looked like, but the technique was to split the name of the rainbow in twain and use those as anchor points relating them to earthly positions. So the second position or the left arc I name Tesa-Wood, because there is a wood far on the left, and because the second part of the name of the Rainbow is Tesa.
After this episode I am back on my original continent with my family and I am very happy, as a child and cycling on my bicycle the way home that we we came in the first place. And this place is natural and light and on a height and looks like the surroundings of a video game.
My brother D is reading a book and lags behind for that reason. And some girls are there too. And I see what happens. Where he stops by the road side there is a little hill, but bunnies live in it. And first a white one comes out and then a black one, and they go back inside, and this happens a few times, but clearly there are many bunnies and half of them are white and the other half is black. But the black ones come out more often. It is a very picturesque and peaceful scene.
Then it changes a little. I am where my brother is, or who catches up with us, though the memory of the black bunnies is still strong. And I lie in a cradle of some kind, but this must be inside in a house of sorts, and someone is lying beside me on my left, a woman, but no interaction because she is asleep, and my intention is to sleep too, only D is still up and about and there is still space on my right for this is a cradle for three persons and someone should lie down there and then we can all sleep. Sometimes I have my eyes closed and sometimes open. And next time I open them I see how he put the cat V in the cradle, on my right. Some space between. And he tries to feed the cat. I think that is nice. D has difficulties to feed the cat and tries all kinds of things.
I look at V and try to establish some contact, am curious if she still remembers me. Here I am not sure of chronology anymore, but this happens. She come closer, and comes close with her head to my cheek and blows on it. And I think this happens on two occasions. The first time, D comments that she is about to throw up, though I interpreted as affection. But that breaks the contact. I think after that I look at V very intently, and she turns her cat head to me and looks at me, and this is a lucid moment and though the eyes and face are of a cat and furry, I look into her eyes, sharply, and only once and a little bit, at the end, does she move her brows, as if she wants to tell me something, but I know that looking is fine with cats, no more is necessary.
Then the second time she blows in my face, she is close to my face and it is linked with a text that I was reading, in Old Norse, something about Blaesinn. And what the cat does is like magic, the act is a magical act, though the feeling is not so strong. But I think it is special that a cat can do this.
The dream ends, but I am still in REM phase and a new dream follows in an entirely different place, with entirely different people and an entirely different atmosphere. However, there might be a link with the sleeping.
Square room, dark or black, maybe someone beside me, like a woman, but in the background. I am looking in front of me, but maybe from a bed, and there is a window on that side, and light. And there in the corner I see a young blond man playing a song. And I listen carefully, and this must be a new song by Nirvana, the lyrics and the melody are typical, but I don't know the song, it seems to be a medley of different older songs. I don't see K.C. himself though. But I hear the music very clearly and listen attentively.
The reason why I know it is a new song, even if I know it is impossible, is because K.C. sings about iphones and smartphones. Then a second famous man appears, and this is Samuel Jackson.
2. The Long Way Around
Beginning of dream that I remember is in a house, I have a day off from work, and am in my apartment, the stairs is on the left side, the space is one big living room, rather old fashioned, a kitchen and balcony at the backside. A big wooden table in the centre, carpet, bookshelves on the left. Rather dark.
I am spending my time there when Evwe comes in, because she and Keva live here in the house too, we share the house. But both of them are supposed to work today, but Evwe it seems has to go home and back for something particular. Keva is at work.
She is at the table. When I realize we are alone, I decide this is my best chance to approach her and see what she does. So I am on her right first but go behind her back to her left, but come much closer and when I am close enough behind her I touch and hold her for a moment, and she does not look back in anger, but does nothing, I keep it on for a while, but she gives no answer.
I'm not sure what happened then, maybe Keva came in to get her, and the three of us are off to work.
If I remember well, Keva and Evwe went ahead of me, but Keva came in to check on his food, which is a dark place that I did not know about on the left, and now I see when he left that a big pot of peanut butter is on the rack and he said that everyone could use everything, I have a pot of peanut butter as well, but in my personal cupboard and it is almost finished, so I am looking forward to using his. I also see he has two pots of spaghetti sauce, and they are actually mine, and they have been here for a while and I think that now I see them I should open one and use it. I was thinking of a certain recipe and I can use that, though I don't eat meat.
Anyway, I am going to work as well and once we are outside we are in the city of London. Light.
I remember that we descend some stairs in a public place going to the lift to get us down, but many other people are here too, and I don't know how things work so I am slow. When the lift arrives, many people come in, and many go in. I let it go. Keva and Evwe are gone with them. I stay behind but I have to get down somehow too.
This is a kitchen too, and people who have just arrived or who are about to leave are having breakfast here, and most of it is cooked and hot, and they are all packed in the corner, with suits, and I think it is a funny side, and I consider for a moment to join, but there is no room and I don't like the atmosphere. So I go back to the lift, which is behind of me, and look how it works. I see the display which says up and down, and it appears there are a lot more levels to this building than I expected. I thought there was only first floor and ground floor, but if you go down you automatically arrive in the garage, which is too low and I don't have to be there at all. The lift also works in one of two ways and it is a combination of floors, but none of the combinations suits my wish.
When I push the button to call the lift, I see that many other levels above ours exist and that the lift might go up all the way first before it comes down, and it will take so much time, I realize I let my chance slip by the first time.
Anyway at some point I am outside, light again. London. I am wearing nothing but a t-shirt. I can't remember all of it. There was a woman with us too, who had to go the same way as us, and she was very understanding of my situation, but I can't remember who she is.
At some point we are relaxing, but in fact we are waiting to cross the street, but I lean back against a fence or hedge. The two ladies are on my left, that is the woman and Evwe. I try to stay in the background because I am only wearing this t-shirt. This must be for some time now. I have no underpants since some time, so much is clear. But I am also only wearing one sock, on my left foot.
When the lights turn green for us to cross the road, it takes a moment for me to realize that we have to keep going, and I need some time too, because the other sock is on the pavement but I want to put it on. I take it from the floor and it is dirty, grey of soot, and I think that must be the cars' combustion. Even in such a short time my sock became dirty, but I put it on anyway. Then I take up a tile which I had already with me. It is a stone tile from a pedestrian area pavement, but not from here, I was carrying it with me for some time already. And I keep it in front of me as if to hide my private parts.
People look a bit funny, but I pretend as if I am carrying a tile and just happen to be naked and cross the road.
Then we come to some other difficulty. Maybe I am alone again there for a moment. And the problem is that I seem to be in a wrong side of London and I also don't remember anymore what the right direction is or what the name of the street is where I work, though in my mind it is in the west. The others must have found their way.
How did I get into this situation, I was following someone's guidance and suddenly left the underground, which I should not have done. I have no ticket with me anyway. Besides, I leave the underground all the way on the left side, where there is something for wheelchairs that is open, so I can pass. I follow some guy's example in this. But now I can't travel underground anymore and I clearly got out in the wrong place.
Big street. I try to look for sign posts but can't read them. Even if the others who are or were with me can and seem to point me in the right direction (am not sure of chronology here). So I cross the street after a while and ask the man who is guarding an other entrance to the underground station, and he says I have to take the bus or the boat. The walk through things that he guards as entrance are red. I go back a little, because between that and the signposts were machines and they were both for tickets and for making phone calls. So I will now phone my work to ask them the address.
Before that I discussed with the guardian what the address might be, because I had no clue anymore. But we decided on High Street. The I am at the phone booth. There are some in a row, maybe three or four. And other people now use them as well, and on the backside there are more. Or on the backside they are ticket booths, self service.
I look at the machine. I am on the left one, I look to my right and everyone seems to be able to operate this, but I can't find the right keyboard. On the left is something to put your paying card in, but there are a few more keypads on the machine and I don't find the one which could dial a phone number. This is a problem. Fragment ends there but continues somewhere else again.
Now my friends are with me again, I don't remember how we got where we are, but they know the way and we hurry, and come to a big complex building, which looks like a castle, palace, or some Oxford college. Now my friends are guiding me, they take me along inside, in the income hall which is still public, then it becomes difficult again, because we are not allowed to go any further. I don't know how they found this building, but I now that if we walk it to the very end of it then we will arrive in the place where we need to be. This surely is the long way.
Some people are coming out of the wooden double doors, a stairs behind those. Three students, one tall guy is carrying a two handed sword for some fancy ceremony I suppose, the sword is really big, and I like that and think I must be in the right place. They go outside, my friends make clear that this is the moment to sneak in, which we do, and no one stops us.
Then we are inside, but it is still difficult because we don't have access throughout the building, we need keys, someone on the central room knows us, dressed in white and pink and sits down as if watching a game of tennis, and has keys, a woman, and she might lend us. I think that is what the ladies are discussing. I follow their steps. Where I need to be is all the way in front, because we came in through the back door. And a man, maybe my teacher, is waiting for me there.
Saturday, 31 August 2013
Introduction to a Talk
1. An Unexpected Talk
Koel was in the dream. Old building. Lots of people, they are all waiting for a someone giving a talk. I'm visiting, someone or other friend or two has brought me here. It is rather secluded (reminds me of the temple of the ancients FF7). The buildings themselves are all deserted, behind it are open fields. Where we are there is no roof either. Lots of seats, as in a classroom where talks are given. In front there is a balcony, I suppose this is where the speaker must stand, but he must then go via another route, because you can't access that from this place, it is an upper floor. And to me it looks as if this is a balcony because half of the building is missing. I did not know this place existed.
This room is the end, the entry is a doorway, a passageway runs parallel, beyond that I can't remember, but go farther back and you will reach the more profane areas where this building connects to the normal civilized world.
All the seats are already taken when we arrive. I don't know who all these people are, but I follow my friends, we sit down, on the side, centre but more to the back.
Then people who run this place and or maybe my friends, and Koel, they tell me I have to speak, give a talk. I suppose this is because the speaker is not turning up or is late. Anyway, I don't know what to say and try to get my bearing. People all look my way. Then I know what I will talk about and things start to fall in place in my mind. I intend to give a talk on how the runes came to be in history. And in order to sketch the historical context, I start with some unrelated stuff, as an introduction, and this helps and is like a warm up for when I come to the topic itself, because it has been a long time since I did a talk. The introduction I give is about mythology.
I also say something about roosters. The interesting thing is that I stay where I am, which is among the people, and not on the balcony or in front.
The dream ends before I get to the topic itself.
2. Last Song
(Lucid Dream)
City, light, day, inside. Indian girl, plays music. I listen to her song, which is takes a long time, and I therefore take my time to listen very intently. I concentrate more and more.
Then the music becomes the dream itself, and I feel like being awake, and in the back of my mind I am thinking that this must be the radio, easy listening music, and I expect that I will hear the next song after this one and that I will have to get up because it is time, so I concentrate even harder to consciously hear the end, which I do, but no new song begins, and that is when I realize that it was a dream, and I wake up or I am awake already.
3. Story Teller Waiting
There is a story teller.
First, in the shop. Digr is there. He is on my left, I am in my bed, which is in the workplace. And the rest of the shop is on my right, which means that Digr has not a lot of room and is really close to me. And he needs me to get up, and I am only slowly waking, but I know it is time to get to work. Next to him is a wall and a window, and it is light. I am in the process of waking up.
Digr is already working, I suppose for some time. He asks me to do a particular thing, something that is my task. That means I have to get up. I am wearing my slippers (pantoffels) and help (can't read notes). Something about red onions. These are boxes, labeled Red Onion, and the boxes are white and red, but more like a pink or orange red, and although this is rare food, I know of it well. and the boxes are rectangular, and the size of a normal tin can, only wide. There is a rack where I take them or put them, can't remember well.
Later, outside, there is someone who is going to tell a story. He is already there, in front, on the grass, grass lawn is prepared for this (reminds me of the garden of my parents, he would be at the back side). He sits on a chair, and has grey hair and a long beard.
There will be a taiji demonstration as preprogam, so I will have to be there.
Koel was in the dream. Old building. Lots of people, they are all waiting for a someone giving a talk. I'm visiting, someone or other friend or two has brought me here. It is rather secluded (reminds me of the temple of the ancients FF7). The buildings themselves are all deserted, behind it are open fields. Where we are there is no roof either. Lots of seats, as in a classroom where talks are given. In front there is a balcony, I suppose this is where the speaker must stand, but he must then go via another route, because you can't access that from this place, it is an upper floor. And to me it looks as if this is a balcony because half of the building is missing. I did not know this place existed.
This room is the end, the entry is a doorway, a passageway runs parallel, beyond that I can't remember, but go farther back and you will reach the more profane areas where this building connects to the normal civilized world.
All the seats are already taken when we arrive. I don't know who all these people are, but I follow my friends, we sit down, on the side, centre but more to the back.
Then people who run this place and or maybe my friends, and Koel, they tell me I have to speak, give a talk. I suppose this is because the speaker is not turning up or is late. Anyway, I don't know what to say and try to get my bearing. People all look my way. Then I know what I will talk about and things start to fall in place in my mind. I intend to give a talk on how the runes came to be in history. And in order to sketch the historical context, I start with some unrelated stuff, as an introduction, and this helps and is like a warm up for when I come to the topic itself, because it has been a long time since I did a talk. The introduction I give is about mythology.
I also say something about roosters. The interesting thing is that I stay where I am, which is among the people, and not on the balcony or in front.
The dream ends before I get to the topic itself.
2. Last Song
(Lucid Dream)
City, light, day, inside. Indian girl, plays music. I listen to her song, which is takes a long time, and I therefore take my time to listen very intently. I concentrate more and more.
Then the music becomes the dream itself, and I feel like being awake, and in the back of my mind I am thinking that this must be the radio, easy listening music, and I expect that I will hear the next song after this one and that I will have to get up because it is time, so I concentrate even harder to consciously hear the end, which I do, but no new song begins, and that is when I realize that it was a dream, and I wake up or I am awake already.
3. Story Teller Waiting
There is a story teller.
First, in the shop. Digr is there. He is on my left, I am in my bed, which is in the workplace. And the rest of the shop is on my right, which means that Digr has not a lot of room and is really close to me. And he needs me to get up, and I am only slowly waking, but I know it is time to get to work. Next to him is a wall and a window, and it is light. I am in the process of waking up.
Digr is already working, I suppose for some time. He asks me to do a particular thing, something that is my task. That means I have to get up. I am wearing my slippers (pantoffels) and help (can't read notes). Something about red onions. These are boxes, labeled Red Onion, and the boxes are white and red, but more like a pink or orange red, and although this is rare food, I know of it well. and the boxes are rectangular, and the size of a normal tin can, only wide. There is a rack where I take them or put them, can't remember well.
Later, outside, there is someone who is going to tell a story. He is already there, in front, on the grass, grass lawn is prepared for this (reminds me of the garden of my parents, he would be at the back side). He sits on a chair, and has grey hair and a long beard.
There will be a taiji demonstration as preprogam, so I will have to be there.
Monday, 10 June 2013
Gent by the Sea
1. Going to the Sea
Off to Gent, with my brother N. Doing something to get to the coastline the fastest.
We have to check in into a hotel, this is in a park. I take something with me, trousers and pullover. N is already gone, I go after him, I don't see him anymore. But I know the way because I looked at a map before. Maybe there is music?
Then I see N. We go on our way together. Enter a building. I'm not sure about this, but follow anyway.
There is an office and a girl that checks entry. She is Debu, she asks our tickets. Debu, something I can't read from notes.
In the meanwhile it starts to rain, first lightly, then harder. We go anyway, that is, through the rain.
We are waiting for the end. Now a fat young man with one long white hair on his breast, he has more, all white, but one peaks out, and is as long as his arm, thrust forward, almost in my way. I ignore it. He is on my right. We face a wall, or a counter. Maybe this is on a boat, maybe in the hotel. Waiting for instructions? Something for food?
There is another person who steals a bra. Go after them, or hold them?
There is a place where they are preparing food, chain work. Lots of people working, all on different tables, whole room full, all doing the same thing, which is chopping leek, only the green parts. I can see the leek is dirty, there is still a lot of sand between the leaves, they will have to rinse that. The other man does not like leek, we'll wash the leek anyway.
We go out at last. Descend a stairwell. Familiar faces, outside, N, a boy, and a girl, and me. She sees me, something something.
Now this girl is Inla. After a while, I start petting her head and going through her hair with my hand. Her hair is thick and healthy, brown. I get more bold along the way. In the meanwhile we are going over the instructions written on a piece of paper. There is stuff on it like having to buy shoes etcetera.
Then something about space ships, talk? And about the learning of languages. Something to attack and something to defend, protect.
Something is vey good.
Original language has to be translated. In French? Two papyri? This is easy for me because language something something.
There was a lot more about this dream but I forgot it all.
2. Eating a Banana
Tivd is here. I see my bowl of fruit and the two bananas that are ripe. I take one.
3. Sperm Mayonnaise
In a kitchen in a house I don't know. Light. Dabe is here. On my left is a veranda. He has my sperm, in a cup, and makes some secret potion. So he needs to mix it. I suppose it will be mixed with olive oil, but he will mix it with mayonnaise. Will I have to eat this?
4. Wet Dream
My apartment. Bale is on the sofa and I am at my table, but I see her there and I see an opportunity, so I go toward her and want to penetrate her. Even before I enter I come. This is a wet dream. I made the decision rather consciously.
5. Inorganic Beings and Dinosaurs
Looking something up on the Internet, about the inorganic beings, but I can't find them, the search engine always switches to 'sentient' beings, so that it seems as if you cannot look up inorganic beings, as if they hide or don't exist, or people are not allowed to know. Website. At some point I can intercept the change, and I come on to a website, this is about dinosaurs.
+6. Ride to Taiji
I ask Lica whether she can drive me to the summer camp. I know it is a bad moment, because I should have asked earlier, but I see her now and decide.
Off to Gent, with my brother N. Doing something to get to the coastline the fastest.
We have to check in into a hotel, this is in a park. I take something with me, trousers and pullover. N is already gone, I go after him, I don't see him anymore. But I know the way because I looked at a map before. Maybe there is music?
Then I see N. We go on our way together. Enter a building. I'm not sure about this, but follow anyway.
There is an office and a girl that checks entry. She is Debu, she asks our tickets. Debu, something I can't read from notes.
In the meanwhile it starts to rain, first lightly, then harder. We go anyway, that is, through the rain.
We are waiting for the end. Now a fat young man with one long white hair on his breast, he has more, all white, but one peaks out, and is as long as his arm, thrust forward, almost in my way. I ignore it. He is on my right. We face a wall, or a counter. Maybe this is on a boat, maybe in the hotel. Waiting for instructions? Something for food?
There is another person who steals a bra. Go after them, or hold them?
There is a place where they are preparing food, chain work. Lots of people working, all on different tables, whole room full, all doing the same thing, which is chopping leek, only the green parts. I can see the leek is dirty, there is still a lot of sand between the leaves, they will have to rinse that. The other man does not like leek, we'll wash the leek anyway.
We go out at last. Descend a stairwell. Familiar faces, outside, N, a boy, and a girl, and me. She sees me, something something.
Now this girl is Inla. After a while, I start petting her head and going through her hair with my hand. Her hair is thick and healthy, brown. I get more bold along the way. In the meanwhile we are going over the instructions written on a piece of paper. There is stuff on it like having to buy shoes etcetera.
Then something about space ships, talk? And about the learning of languages. Something to attack and something to defend, protect.
Something is vey good.
Original language has to be translated. In French? Two papyri? This is easy for me because language something something.
There was a lot more about this dream but I forgot it all.
2. Eating a Banana
Tivd is here. I see my bowl of fruit and the two bananas that are ripe. I take one.
3. Sperm Mayonnaise
In a kitchen in a house I don't know. Light. Dabe is here. On my left is a veranda. He has my sperm, in a cup, and makes some secret potion. So he needs to mix it. I suppose it will be mixed with olive oil, but he will mix it with mayonnaise. Will I have to eat this?
4. Wet Dream
My apartment. Bale is on the sofa and I am at my table, but I see her there and I see an opportunity, so I go toward her and want to penetrate her. Even before I enter I come. This is a wet dream. I made the decision rather consciously.
5. Inorganic Beings and Dinosaurs
Looking something up on the Internet, about the inorganic beings, but I can't find them, the search engine always switches to 'sentient' beings, so that it seems as if you cannot look up inorganic beings, as if they hide or don't exist, or people are not allowed to know. Website. At some point I can intercept the change, and I come on to a website, this is about dinosaurs.
+6. Ride to Taiji
I ask Lica whether she can drive me to the summer camp. I know it is a bad moment, because I should have asked earlier, but I see her now and decide.
Sunday, 9 June 2013
Tattooed Butt
1. Save the Son
Something about the son of Rili, he is caged, with his grandfather, I want to go over the railing and save him. Can't remember the details at all.
2. Sausages in a Pan
We are inside. It is late and it is raining. My brother N is cooking sausages, there are many small pans all over in the kitchen, in the middle. He tends to them all. All contain at least one big sausage, and some other things. Every pan is full, and is a portion for one person. But it is all meat. I am the last one, we take turns taking our food.
We're watching television. True Blood. And something about having tattoos made. It is late already and we sit on a high bed. There are six persons. Anle, me, Krvh, Bale & R, Elbe, and maybe Rume.
Three of them already have a tattoo, they just got it. We three are still waiting for having one. Re is supporting Bale, so he does not count among the six. I don't really want a tattoo. Krvh sits next to me, dark, table, on my right, she constantly wants contact, she wants me, but I ignore that. I certainly don't want to have Bale see that I am close to someone else.
Then something happens that I can't remember, possibly, in the dream I was not paying attention too. And the result is that the tattooing can't continue. I would have been the next one up, and the tattoos would have been on my behind, both sides, but at this point it is no longer possible to have them, mission aborted. So, I'm saved by the bell.
There is something about film music, a compilation, my brother N is listening to it in particular. One of the tracks is called Chaos. It is the last but one. N listens to them in a different order then they are presented. There are six tracks, he swops the last two, according to him, that way it makes more sense. On the side, N is also working on something mechanical.
3. Joja
Something about Joja.
4. D & P
My brother D and his friend Pese are present. Maybe this fragment is connected to the other dream. It is late, but they two decide that they still want to go out. I skip, I don't want to stay up late. I don't get involved with them at all. I know they wanted to go out late from the start.
Something about the son of Rili, he is caged, with his grandfather, I want to go over the railing and save him. Can't remember the details at all.
2. Sausages in a Pan
We are inside. It is late and it is raining. My brother N is cooking sausages, there are many small pans all over in the kitchen, in the middle. He tends to them all. All contain at least one big sausage, and some other things. Every pan is full, and is a portion for one person. But it is all meat. I am the last one, we take turns taking our food.
We're watching television. True Blood. And something about having tattoos made. It is late already and we sit on a high bed. There are six persons. Anle, me, Krvh, Bale & R, Elbe, and maybe Rume.
Three of them already have a tattoo, they just got it. We three are still waiting for having one. Re is supporting Bale, so he does not count among the six. I don't really want a tattoo. Krvh sits next to me, dark, table, on my right, she constantly wants contact, she wants me, but I ignore that. I certainly don't want to have Bale see that I am close to someone else.
Then something happens that I can't remember, possibly, in the dream I was not paying attention too. And the result is that the tattooing can't continue. I would have been the next one up, and the tattoos would have been on my behind, both sides, but at this point it is no longer possible to have them, mission aborted. So, I'm saved by the bell.
There is something about film music, a compilation, my brother N is listening to it in particular. One of the tracks is called Chaos. It is the last but one. N listens to them in a different order then they are presented. There are six tracks, he swops the last two, according to him, that way it makes more sense. On the side, N is also working on something mechanical.
3. Joja
Something about Joja.
4. D & P
My brother D and his friend Pese are present. Maybe this fragment is connected to the other dream. It is late, but they two decide that they still want to go out. I skip, I don't want to stay up late. I don't get involved with them at all. I know they wanted to go out late from the start.
Thursday, 6 June 2013
Shot in the Back
1. Roast Beef
A restaurant. I and someone else enter. We would like to eat something.
We come from outside, this is a town I'm not familiar with and I have a feeling it is late already or it has been raining, and we finally found something. The place looks like an old hostel. First the entrance, then the man who opened the door, might not be in charge, but may be the head of staff on the floor, leads us one way, though there are two rooms. Right room (from the door this is the left room, but from the perspective of the dream on the right). Wood, curtains. Very rustique, maybe even candlelight and so on.
When we enter the establishment we keep standing while the waiter wants to give explanations on the menu, and we keep asking him details, me and the other one, maybe a woman.
In the meanwhile, I see on my left at the window a round table and people sitting there that I know. Some chairs are empty and people don't necessarily sit next to each other, but make conversation, so I suppose they are still waiting for others. I wonder whether we will be welcome and I think that in a minute I will ask them, but first we need to get the details of the menu right.
Among the people sitting there are Habe, opposit. And a guy from badminton, on the left, with his back to me. Niab is here too, he is on the right. At least two other people. They have meals already. These people are not connected in real life.
So I watch them and try to figure out what they are having. In that way I can see if I want to eat here or not, because I have some reservations about the place. We don't really want to stay, but we stay anyway. Most people have the menu of the day, ossenhaas, or gebraad, but in different ways. But this particular meat that is served I don't want to eat, so I ask the waiter (kelner) whether he has pork, and this and that, but no. At a given moment, the badminton guy says, you can have steak. His roast beef is steak. But that is exactly what I don't want.
I've also seen that Niab has a large aubergine dish, and someone else too. Sliced aubergine, full of oil, very big, and between the slices is bacon, but when I ask the waiter says it is aubergine with anchovy. This means that between the slices there is anchovy with something else, maybe beans, at least it looks like runners with bacon. I don't feel like having aubergine, that is why I asked about alternatives. But in the end I have no choice and take this one.
2. Square in Passing
Before that. Square, sun. Unfamiliar town, I cross the square. I pass Grdr, who I had not expected here. Half of the square is pedestrian area. I notice that she is no longer pregnant (though I saw her yesterday, and she was full). This surprises me. Meanwhile she takes her eldest son to school. There is only the one kid. We don't say hello, but I recognize her. Then I see her whole family is sitting here. Outside, beergarden. On my right. I clearly see her father. And the youngest brother. When I pass them I have to greet, and I do.
3. Restaurant
Later. When I leave the restaurant, it is dark, night. This was one dream.
4. Shot in the Back
Somewhere unfamiliar, one big building, a little outside of town, stands alone, modern, glass. Security. I was meant to go here, but I am not allowed in when I arrive. Before the building is the parking lot, there I listen to the radio, Studio Brussel is playing.
Maybe I have been inside, maybe something about Dabe. Something about esoteric orders or secret societies.
Anyway, I arrive later. And this is the end of the dream. Two people guard the door. One of them steps up to me when he sees me coming. They are all dressed fine in a costume. He's got guns and shows it, he is very resolute. Then he drops one and continues. I go toward him, showing no fear.
No, he left the rifle and then left the place? But he still had another gun, long weapon, in his hands. He wants to shoot me but he is waiting for me to be armed. I go and get the rifle.
He only shoots when I return, turn, and take up the left rifle. That is when I get shot in the back, twice I think, lower back. It feels very real, so much so that I fear this might predict something that will happen in reality at some point in my life, since the feeling of losing my teeth eventually happened too, which is why, in hindsight, my dreams could construct this feeling as if it was real, that is, it remembered it from the future.I'm not dead, of course. This was the most lucid point in the dream.
Although that was the end of the dream, I am still sleepy, so I slip into another part and the story continues a bit.
I get inside, this is a secret order, there are two visitors. I know them, and they are here for the first time. At some later point I read a passage from a newspaper, the paper is old and yellow almost brown. I read this passage to them, because it is the only way I can help them. They don't know what they're in for. They think that what I read is a joke, but it is actually a text from the order itself. And I also hope that none of the officials hears it, because then I would be in trouble. On the page in the paper, I see about three ads that contain actual texts from the order.
A restaurant. I and someone else enter. We would like to eat something.
We come from outside, this is a town I'm not familiar with and I have a feeling it is late already or it has been raining, and we finally found something. The place looks like an old hostel. First the entrance, then the man who opened the door, might not be in charge, but may be the head of staff on the floor, leads us one way, though there are two rooms. Right room (from the door this is the left room, but from the perspective of the dream on the right). Wood, curtains. Very rustique, maybe even candlelight and so on.
When we enter the establishment we keep standing while the waiter wants to give explanations on the menu, and we keep asking him details, me and the other one, maybe a woman.
In the meanwhile, I see on my left at the window a round table and people sitting there that I know. Some chairs are empty and people don't necessarily sit next to each other, but make conversation, so I suppose they are still waiting for others. I wonder whether we will be welcome and I think that in a minute I will ask them, but first we need to get the details of the menu right.
Among the people sitting there are Habe, opposit. And a guy from badminton, on the left, with his back to me. Niab is here too, he is on the right. At least two other people. They have meals already. These people are not connected in real life.
So I watch them and try to figure out what they are having. In that way I can see if I want to eat here or not, because I have some reservations about the place. We don't really want to stay, but we stay anyway. Most people have the menu of the day, ossenhaas, or gebraad, but in different ways. But this particular meat that is served I don't want to eat, so I ask the waiter (kelner) whether he has pork, and this and that, but no. At a given moment, the badminton guy says, you can have steak. His roast beef is steak. But that is exactly what I don't want.
I've also seen that Niab has a large aubergine dish, and someone else too. Sliced aubergine, full of oil, very big, and between the slices is bacon, but when I ask the waiter says it is aubergine with anchovy. This means that between the slices there is anchovy with something else, maybe beans, at least it looks like runners with bacon. I don't feel like having aubergine, that is why I asked about alternatives. But in the end I have no choice and take this one.
2. Square in Passing
Before that. Square, sun. Unfamiliar town, I cross the square. I pass Grdr, who I had not expected here. Half of the square is pedestrian area. I notice that she is no longer pregnant (though I saw her yesterday, and she was full). This surprises me. Meanwhile she takes her eldest son to school. There is only the one kid. We don't say hello, but I recognize her. Then I see her whole family is sitting here. Outside, beergarden. On my right. I clearly see her father. And the youngest brother. When I pass them I have to greet, and I do.
3. Restaurant
Later. When I leave the restaurant, it is dark, night. This was one dream.
4. Shot in the Back
Somewhere unfamiliar, one big building, a little outside of town, stands alone, modern, glass. Security. I was meant to go here, but I am not allowed in when I arrive. Before the building is the parking lot, there I listen to the radio, Studio Brussel is playing.
Maybe I have been inside, maybe something about Dabe. Something about esoteric orders or secret societies.
Anyway, I arrive later. And this is the end of the dream. Two people guard the door. One of them steps up to me when he sees me coming. They are all dressed fine in a costume. He's got guns and shows it, he is very resolute. Then he drops one and continues. I go toward him, showing no fear.
No, he left the rifle and then left the place? But he still had another gun, long weapon, in his hands. He wants to shoot me but he is waiting for me to be armed. I go and get the rifle.
He only shoots when I return, turn, and take up the left rifle. That is when I get shot in the back, twice I think, lower back. It feels very real, so much so that I fear this might predict something that will happen in reality at some point in my life, since the feeling of losing my teeth eventually happened too, which is why, in hindsight, my dreams could construct this feeling as if it was real, that is, it remembered it from the future.I'm not dead, of course. This was the most lucid point in the dream.
Although that was the end of the dream, I am still sleepy, so I slip into another part and the story continues a bit.
I get inside, this is a secret order, there are two visitors. I know them, and they are here for the first time. At some later point I read a passage from a newspaper, the paper is old and yellow almost brown. I read this passage to them, because it is the only way I can help them. They don't know what they're in for. They think that what I read is a joke, but it is actually a text from the order itself. And I also hope that none of the officials hears it, because then I would be in trouble. On the page in the paper, I see about three ads that contain actual texts from the order.
Tuesday, 14 May 2013
Fist Fight
1. The Man with the White Wall
We are in the backyard, in really all the way at the back, where the shed is, of my parents. And the plans of cousin J's wedding are discussed. All his family is here, aunt M, cousin D and niece R.
The wedding party will be, or is, outside. But first of all what needs to be planned are the cars, who will be in whose car, and the hour of appointment. All appointments in order.
There is a fragment about a boot on a nail, to hammer the nail in the wood, someone stamps on it.
The company owns the bower and will tear it down. (I don't recall who the company is). The shed must have turned into the bower (prieeltje)? This means they play with the world of someone else. I wonder whether this is their responsibility. It feels like they are invading a part of a world that they don't belong in, don't have to meddle in their affairs. (I can't remember whether we are still in the garden at this point).
The building looks a bit weird, and the walls are all white. The whole thing is maybe only one room, one level, but with odd ends that are all round and circular. This building is in the open, like a bower.
There is a guy that starts deconstructing the thing. I wonder whether I should help. It feels like it is expected of me. He loosens a very big piece of one wall and carries it under his arm. It looks weird. It is weird to see a person carry half a wall around. When he detaches the wall, you can see it is made of wood. So no stone or brick is used, that is all an illusion. It was one big illusion to start with.
This whole scene, and maybe what was before in the garden, reminded me of the marriage of king Joffrey and Margaery, in game of thrones. And it seems we are discussing their wedding.
I follow the man with the wall.
There is a small, narrow path that leads away, straight. I take this path. At the end of it I see some folks and I recognize Phpa. At once I run to him to greet him. When I was walking this path, Siph was with me, who is also a person from London, who I have not seen in a long time. He lags behind when I run to Phpa.
When I am at the end of the path, things change again. The group of people are still familiar. But it is Divh who stands closest to me. There are four of five men here, they are all tall, much bigger than me. And they all wear white.
When I meet Divh, we start to fight. This is a friendly fight and I enjoy it much. He surely is much better than me, but I enjoy it. We fight with our fists only, and the punches are really fast and powerful.
There is a point where he is fighting one of the others and I stand behind him and I find a way to help him. When I lightly touch his shoulder with the palm of my hand, the shoulder that he punches with, then his punch is more powerful. I think I see the person he fights has a comrade too, who backs him up. I do this about four times, twice on every side. Then I get involved in the fight myself, although I had not planned this. But I can outlast the match, although it is very heavy. I surely get beaten, but it feels good.
Some last fragment of this dream was about these people talking about their bank accounts. Someone is a customer with an international bank, but forgot the number of his account. However, he got 70 emails, from both sides, on the one hand from the country he lives in and on the other hand from the country where the bank is. They both contacted him, so that he would surely remember.
2. Barred Crossroads
Dream in the street of my parents. We are in the fields, or go there. I am on my bicycle, my brother N follows on his. There is a small group of friends hanging about in front of our parents house, and that of the neighbours, that is H&B. We are still on the street, light, sun. There is a girl, sparkling and brilliant, much younger than me, short blond hair. I say goodbye to her in particular when I am leaving for the fields, or moving house, because that happened too somewhere in the dream. This girl is an outsider, I don't think the others know her, and I am somewhat looking about if others are paying attention to me when I talk to her, because it takes quite a long time. Obviously, she fancies me. But of course, this is the goodbye, not the start of something.
I tell her about badminton. And she asks me when will I see you again? And I tell her my planning. Next week, I say, because that is when I have a tournament. I think that was the reasoning. And I ask her: are you coming then or are you coming to Heverlee? This place is where I usually play. (And maybe I am reminded of swimming pools).
One of the lads about is Beha. But even if these boys are around, I still hit on her.
After that we leave for the fields, N follows, maybe Stco, or when we pass his house. When we come to the T crossroads in the fields, it is partly blocked. Still there is some little space on the left. A few of us pass. I can't remember what I did. Because it is closed, we consider going through the fields. The grass is long, but we wander through. There is maize too, still young I suppose.
I don't want to go through it, so I don't follow (this from notes). But I go back.
When I turn back I see N coming from afar on his bicycle, which means that he was a long time behind and he passes me but does not see me. I still go back.
Then the dream continues, I have come back from the fields and will now move into my new house which is near the house of my parents, but two or three houses further to the beginning of the street.
The house is little. Two stories. Yellow, orange, ochre. Small inside. Enter in the middle, rightaway a staircase up. I live on the second floor. The room is half the size that I'm used to. I've got company, visitors, and inspection, can't remember who. They come and look whether I'm okay.
I look in wonder, everything I see is new, it is the first time I've been here. There is wall paper on the walls, but you can see the tiles of a former stage behind it. While I look about I am thinking I should clean up a bit. There is a bunch of underwear that needs to be given a proper place. And also a hat for winter (muts) and scarves.
There was an old man following me.
Now I have visitors. Ti is one of them. They are playing with a ball. First I am okay with it, but after a while I fear they will break something. But they see my fear and challenge me. They don't give up their game. On purpose they try to hit something to break it, but nothing breaks. First one person throws it to a ceramic bowl, very small, red one, on the floor, the ball lightly touches it and then goes on, but the bowl is still whole. And then a second person tries the same, on another bowl same kind, on the floor, smaller though. Hits it, but fails to break.
3. Pizza and Music
Many people in a hall, then we leave, because it is lunch break. We only have one hour. Everyone goes outside. Bright daylight outside. The exit is narrow, we leave, there is some pushing. A man pushes a young guy rather hard. And it takes a moment before I act, but then I swing my fist at this man in return, because the young person cannot defend himself. The man is on my left. He gets angry, and I tell him why I did it. And he somewhat understands, but says I hit him too hard, maybe seven times, or three times or ten times harder than he did the boy. I tell him that does not matter because he can take it.
Then, in order not to let things escalate, I socialize with him asking him personal questions as if I'm interested in his life. It appears he is a professional fighter and teaches. He says he will teach a class just now and I go a while with him, because it is in the same direction. And then we enter a covered straight hallway, bright, and halfway on the right is a desk with info and all kinds of leaflets are lying about with stuff that happens here. Behind that must be stairs upward to where the training halls are. There are very different classes that are taught here. One in particular I notice is about sex. His fighting class is in there somewhere. All open ads like magazines. I consider, but I can't join him anyway, because I have only an hour and half an hour is already spent.
So I go straight through to the end of the hallway, there are tables and people sit in groups, like students, and they eat. The bar is in the back. On the right, far end, there is a band playing music, and one sits at a table to check the sound.
I listen to the music. Some of it is metal. I sit down and eat pizza. I share it with someone else. And two other guys are sitting at my table, but they don't finish theirs, so I have to extra pieces. Somewhere in my direct neighbourhood are some Chinese or Japanese folk sitting.
Saturday, 11 May 2013
Driving Ten Miles per Hour
1. Waiting for Racr
Dream about teaching the meditation. I have to wait for Racr, he's late. Leuven.
It is already in the middle of the night, but Racr does not come. He (or someone else?) asks me whether we can start without him.
There are two kinds of meditation. My own kind of meditation suits me best and I feel more comfortable then. And in the end, I only do this one type.
2. Taiji Coat
Taiji dream. I have to give class and when we are about to do the long form, I stand in the middle of the people, in the middle of the class. But in the meanwhile Tivd has come back, has returned, and her group as well, and they stand among us and join us and I am a bit confused and uncertain. What should I do now?
Once we start the long form I suddenly realize that I am wearing a long dark blue coat, much like my winter jacket, only longer and more sturdy, but it reminds me of my jacket. A woman on the right in front of me sees me and says something about it, that is when I start to feel embarrassed. (Most lucid moment). This is rather clumsy, moving in such a cloak. It is especially difficult because I can't move my arms properly. That is why I sometimes put my arms naked from underneath the coat, but the weight of the coat is too much. And sometimes I do the movements with my hands inside my cloak, but it is not right. Sometimes I can find my way into the sleeves, too.
After a while everyone stops and I can't remember where we arrived in the long form, and I feel a bit lost, what movement follows after the one I just did?
Later in the same dream, Keva has an appointment with Digr. There are stairs down. (Can't remember the rest, I can read the plan on my notes).
3. Mother wants to Sleep and Father wants to Jog
The kitchen and the garage, house of parents. Parents, brothers and me are all there. My brothers and I are watching television in the dining room. The parents are in the living room, my mother wants to rest when the come home. We are watching the end of something.
Now that the parents are home and mother wants to sleep in the living room, we have to make room, because we can't make noise. The first thing we do is tune down the sound of the television. The tv-set is a bit improvised, because it is just on the dining table. We sit in the chairs or stand. And the screen is directed in such a way that we can all watch. White colours in the room, bright. Maybe it is a pc, not a tv. Something with a cloth, lace? The sound is of classical music.
Suddenly my dad, or both my parents, decide they will not sleep. I was already considering going out of the house in order not to bother them. In fact, my father intends to go for a jog outside. And my brother N spontaneously follows him outside and joins him. This I had not expected. Again, I don't know what to do, but there is nothing to do but keep watching.
Same dream but earlier. Outside, dark, father drives and takes me somewhere, maybe school, or something schoollike. We drive to a remote part of town with small asphalt roads that go steeply up and down and seem to come back where they started, as if we are driving in circles. There are tall trees like poplars, and high red brick walls, as if of schools. In some areas you can only drive 10 km/h. I can tell my dad is driving slow, but he does not mind, and it feels right, and then I also see a sign with the speed limit, it is 10 km/h. I can't believe it, but now I understand why my dad was driving so slow. I did not mind either. Besides, we were the only ones on the road.
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