1. Hair Centre Tailbone
Inside, dark, everyone close by, small room, walls higher than they are wide. Maybe kitchen of parents. Someone tells me we can no longer speak of the tailbone. This is about taiji. But we have to speak about the sacrum. Two different things. I already know and I know I have to use the correct one.
Then this person goes on, she has some kind of radiant energy about her, but things are not very clear, because I have a low energy. She goes on about the name of the coccyx which she now calls the 'hair centre'. I don't know where she got that from. Another person is there, listening.
2. End of June
I am at home and it is end of June and I suddenly realize I should already been in England because of the workshop. Thinking of Phpa.
3. Inro Cooking
End of a sequence. We are in a room, maybe mine once, Inro is there in a corner busy, cooking, or preparing. I think my brothers are here, too. There is a door behind us where we came in from, but Inro was already here. There is another door leading away, but I don't know where.
There is light in the room. In another corner is a sink. There is a large table in the middle of the room and it takes about all the place available. Maybe other people are there too, but not many.
I am early for some reason. I love seeing Inro. So after a while, having been idle for too long, I ask her if I can help her. She has leek in her hands. I think they might be cleansed first.
All the while I have trouble opening my eyes. I can't open them, because I am too sleepy, usually because of too much light, but it is not that. I decide to do my best. I take the leek, three stalks of them, and finger them with my eyes shut. There is still some visual, because this is a dream. I go to the sink to rinse them. I feel with my fingers there is sand between the leaves. So I expected. I am glad I can help.
In the meanwhile I've tried to open my eyes some times, but it does not work, so I let it go and keep them shut.
4. Giant Onslaught
Dream connected with the former, possibly earlier part.
Maybe outside, dark, hill to my left, there is a tree, not very tall, but wide, branches hang over to the ground. It got struck by lightning.
Earlier we got into this place, which is another dimension of world. We came in through a tunnel in the wall, in fact a mine through rock, mountain wall, like a cliff behind us. Then a plain, wide, and on the other side is a plateau and the tree is there.
We are small. I think we are a group of three, maybe a teacher among us. We are like mice. Sometimes like smurfs. Clothed dark, though, as if camouflaged or because this world has no other colours.
There are enemies, maybe orcs. They want to get a branch of the tree, because it holds energy which they can use. We have to stop that.
I can't remember well why we were there or why we should get to the tree, but when the enemy goes away with a bushel from the tree, I take another one, a part that stuck into the ground, and this one has the original energy. The energy got in by lightning. And that is how there power branch becomes nullified. We have nothing to worry about. Except that they or others are also after us.
I remember when they get to the portal, gate in the mountain wall, again, to leave this place, I see giants coming out and I try to warn them because I know I see them first, but it is too late, and they get all crushed by the giants erupting from the mountain entrance. The giants are half naked. Remind me of clay.
That is about the end of the dream, I think after this comes the section of dream 3.
Before we entered this mountain valley, there were other things, but I can't remember.
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Thursday, 17 April 2014
Monday, 3 February 2014
Watchin Two Ships on the Water
1. Snakes
Maybe a dream about snakes, but I'm not sure.
2. Square Lake
At home, light, toward dinner time, kitchen, brothers are there. We are preparing food. All is on the table, and some things in the oven, which is open. We're busy, the kitchen is full. S is there too, possibly I. On the table is Vol-au-vent, and potatoes are in the oven.
Eventually our parents arrive, they are late. I fear mom will be mad about us using the kitchen, but I stand my ground.
Scene changes. War time, we are outside. The enemy is there. Behind us is a house, this is ours, we are now on this side of the house which is a different world. The other side of the house is the past, not now is a good idea to go there. We meet the enemy, they are three people, among which a young girl with long curly black hair and a guy my age or a bit older. They are the main ones. I meet them face on, they have more fear than me. When the confrontation is over, the girl lies on the floor, on the street. I know I have only one choice and that is to rape her. She expects it. I go toward her and she wears a jeans. I feel between her legs and I feel her pussy which is very wet. Though I have doubts about the wisdom of this, I know I'm left with no choice but entering. In fact, this makes something right, as if we are a couple now.
Then all of us go in the house, which is open as if there are no walls and you can see the other side, there are many people there. Stalls, like a market, selling fabrics and trinkets. Part of it is in the house. Most of it outside. They, the enemy persons, want to go outside, I have no intention to follow and stay in the mid-zone. I realize that the other side is the past.
Scene changes, we are outside, on the right side, we sit as if to watch a film, on a dike, there is a square lake, very big, lots of water. Four dikes around it. We all sit on one side. The girl is with me. We are about to watch a film. I wanted this. This was on my schedule, but no all the others are here with me and they don't have a clue about what is happening or will happen, because they have not seen the other two earlier parts. I briefly try to explain when the film starts. The film is what happens on the water. I fear it will make no sense to the others.
Close to where we sit are two boats, wooden both, one longer than the other, but both very big, and simple. And two people are there, in the water. They try to get in the boat, in one of the boats. One guy tries to get some long planks of wood in the ship, but I don't want that to happen. It never works.
At some point the big ship overturns and they're in the water. Then it takes the shape of a train. And then a train comes from behind us and we have to take care it does not overrun us, because we are almost sitting in that corner. They train passes. Another comes. We go down the slope. Now it is a meadow of grass, not water, and we run uphill. Another train tries to hit us. Then lots of people are on the green and run uphill. There is a giant, I see him aim his fist to hit, but also see he cannot see us or something so we don't have anything to fear. I run this way and that, but the orange giant hits the ground and I never stood in that place. Then again. Now it becomes harder to run uphill and I see another giant. This is about where the dream ends.
Maybe a dream about snakes, but I'm not sure.
2. Square Lake
At home, light, toward dinner time, kitchen, brothers are there. We are preparing food. All is on the table, and some things in the oven, which is open. We're busy, the kitchen is full. S is there too, possibly I. On the table is Vol-au-vent, and potatoes are in the oven.
Eventually our parents arrive, they are late. I fear mom will be mad about us using the kitchen, but I stand my ground.
Scene changes. War time, we are outside. The enemy is there. Behind us is a house, this is ours, we are now on this side of the house which is a different world. The other side of the house is the past, not now is a good idea to go there. We meet the enemy, they are three people, among which a young girl with long curly black hair and a guy my age or a bit older. They are the main ones. I meet them face on, they have more fear than me. When the confrontation is over, the girl lies on the floor, on the street. I know I have only one choice and that is to rape her. She expects it. I go toward her and she wears a jeans. I feel between her legs and I feel her pussy which is very wet. Though I have doubts about the wisdom of this, I know I'm left with no choice but entering. In fact, this makes something right, as if we are a couple now.
Then all of us go in the house, which is open as if there are no walls and you can see the other side, there are many people there. Stalls, like a market, selling fabrics and trinkets. Part of it is in the house. Most of it outside. They, the enemy persons, want to go outside, I have no intention to follow and stay in the mid-zone. I realize that the other side is the past.
Scene changes, we are outside, on the right side, we sit as if to watch a film, on a dike, there is a square lake, very big, lots of water. Four dikes around it. We all sit on one side. The girl is with me. We are about to watch a film. I wanted this. This was on my schedule, but no all the others are here with me and they don't have a clue about what is happening or will happen, because they have not seen the other two earlier parts. I briefly try to explain when the film starts. The film is what happens on the water. I fear it will make no sense to the others.
Close to where we sit are two boats, wooden both, one longer than the other, but both very big, and simple. And two people are there, in the water. They try to get in the boat, in one of the boats. One guy tries to get some long planks of wood in the ship, but I don't want that to happen. It never works.
At some point the big ship overturns and they're in the water. Then it takes the shape of a train. And then a train comes from behind us and we have to take care it does not overrun us, because we are almost sitting in that corner. They train passes. Another comes. We go down the slope. Now it is a meadow of grass, not water, and we run uphill. Another train tries to hit us. Then lots of people are on the green and run uphill. There is a giant, I see him aim his fist to hit, but also see he cannot see us or something so we don't have anything to fear. I run this way and that, but the orange giant hits the ground and I never stood in that place. Then again. Now it becomes harder to run uphill and I see another giant. This is about where the dream ends.
Monday, 28 October 2013
Secret House
1. Secret House in College
At some point in a dream there is Chwe sitting I think, and I am behind her, am about to say goodbye, me leaving. Dark. I lean over, over her left shoulder, and I near her, because now I would like to kiss her lips, but when I am about to, she obviously does not want to, but a moment later she clearly changes her mind and she kisses me. And at first it is very soft, because I'm not sure what to do with it, but she continues, so I can only follow, tongue.
Later in the same dream. House, large, halfway in the ground. At first with a lot of other people, maybe different location. Students.
Elbe is there. Maybe this whole complex reminds me of a college (reminds me of Goodenough College in London), at the same time my house is somewhere here, in the complex, to the left, in a part that is not accessible to others, and therefore secret, and even to me this is new. But Elbe is looking for something to study, and she tells me she wants to learn Kabbala, as if I am the person knowing everything about this university. It is not because I live here that this is the case. But I happen to see tables with leaflets, and underneath shelves with all the information, so I browse through it and after a while I find the Jewish Mysteries leaflet. I go past it first, to see if more specific courses are given, then turn back and take it. All those leaflets are colourful, but with a white background. I hand it over to Elbe.
After that we go outside, which is inside of the complex, to the side, is a pavement, and a corridor which is higher above ground.
(From notes) Somebody tells us something, other place already (?).
And then bedtime, so I retire to my secret house, and the storm outside is raging, and I am all alone, and it is still bright, outside, the light seeps in. And I am at the upper story to the right, where my bedroom is, but all the rooms are large. When I can't sleep I get up and go down and to the left, and these are the living room quarters, and I see what I feared, the lights are on everywhere, but what is also wrong is this that some of the windows are open, some only a little bit, the top ones, but one or two completely. The strange thing is that they give access to another world outside, a different world than when you would walk the inside of the complex or outside. This is a different world behind my house, which is why it is secret, and underground.
While I go down to check the lights, something else happens. Staples, unused, hover on my right hand, as well as a plastic paying card, it sticks to the back of my hand, and so do the staples, and sometimes they circle about my hand, when I shake them. This is a weird sight, and I think it is something like static, but this is real magnetism. I try to leave it behind, but it is difficult, then I give it no more thought.
When I am downstairs and see the windows, which are large, ajar, the great boss, chief of this complex, is also here, some yuppie, very rich and powerful, and full of himself. He comes to check with me, now that I am awake. I don't trust him at all.
I realize that it was not me who opened all these windows, something is wrong here, and I don't feel safe anymore, because that means that people can just walk in into my house without my knowledge, and what is more so, even this boss can do so. I don't like that. I think that it was maybe his daughter who did all this, or the people who work for him, goons, because the house is embedded in the university, and the university is his, which means the house is his, and this means I can stay and live here because he wants it. I am somehow under his power.
It is then that I notice the front door, which is one that I can't use, but he came through it, and now that I see it, I am curious enough, and he goes back through it to leave the house, and I follow to see where it leads, because I see a room with maybe one or two passing people when he opens the door. Again, a different world behind it, but a familiar one, the same as the outside university in fact. When we walk through I recognize the room as one of the library chambers, warm, wood, dark, students present, they see us coming, though the entry is secret, you can't see it from the library. More students are in the room. This chamber is downstairs or underground also.
2. Tomb Stone Rite
First part I can't remember, but it was light, hectic, inside and with lots of people, among which D. At least two rooms, and I was mocked at, but can't remember reason nor situation.
Later, to the right, there is a place for eating, I go there, and Jeve is there, she just got something to eat, and I sit opposite her.
There was also some Greek words spoken by someone, maybe the names of lesser known gods, like Arete. And I understand that the end -e is indeed pronounced as -ee.
Lica is also here, she is on my right at the table. We are all eating. Jeve is telling some sort of story, can't remember what, and some of the food is the same which she has and what I have, I think. But she has also mushrooms, but I don't want those. At the end, both of them have eaten all the mushrooms, because Lica also likes them, but then Jeve wants more, and they are all gone, and I've always said not to mushrooms, but now I see them to the left of my plate, on the table, not even on a plate, and wonder whether I will eat that. I must have forgotten that I had these.
The situation was more complex than that, some other thought or discussion was involved at the same time and linked to the eating situation, but I can't remember it.
Last part of the dream, back inside to where the living room is, this happens to be my house, but rather large, and that is when I remember, this is indeed my house but I had forgotten is was so big. The house reminds me of the one I lived in with Bale three years ago.
D is there. And something needs to be done, and I even if this is not my business everyone expects me to lead the ritual, and I know what is to be done. In the living room, which has three sections, there are three graves, you can see the stone slab in the floor, in each section. And I tell them that I want to do the rite there, at the first tomb stone. D has a little fear about this, while I think this will create a splendid link with the otherworld. D is suspicious so he inspects the inscription on the stone at one side, opposite is a door, and I do think it is wise to close it, because otherwise unwanted spirits might enter. But I am happy to do the ritual here, though in the meanwhile I don't remember what it is about, this is because I am starting to wake up. The inscription that D reads makes him shudder and he has some fears. Other people were there that should be in the rite, or for whom the rite would be done.
At some point in a dream there is Chwe sitting I think, and I am behind her, am about to say goodbye, me leaving. Dark. I lean over, over her left shoulder, and I near her, because now I would like to kiss her lips, but when I am about to, she obviously does not want to, but a moment later she clearly changes her mind and she kisses me. And at first it is very soft, because I'm not sure what to do with it, but she continues, so I can only follow, tongue.
Later in the same dream. House, large, halfway in the ground. At first with a lot of other people, maybe different location. Students.
Elbe is there. Maybe this whole complex reminds me of a college (reminds me of Goodenough College in London), at the same time my house is somewhere here, in the complex, to the left, in a part that is not accessible to others, and therefore secret, and even to me this is new. But Elbe is looking for something to study, and she tells me she wants to learn Kabbala, as if I am the person knowing everything about this university. It is not because I live here that this is the case. But I happen to see tables with leaflets, and underneath shelves with all the information, so I browse through it and after a while I find the Jewish Mysteries leaflet. I go past it first, to see if more specific courses are given, then turn back and take it. All those leaflets are colourful, but with a white background. I hand it over to Elbe.
After that we go outside, which is inside of the complex, to the side, is a pavement, and a corridor which is higher above ground.
(From notes) Somebody tells us something, other place already (?).
And then bedtime, so I retire to my secret house, and the storm outside is raging, and I am all alone, and it is still bright, outside, the light seeps in. And I am at the upper story to the right, where my bedroom is, but all the rooms are large. When I can't sleep I get up and go down and to the left, and these are the living room quarters, and I see what I feared, the lights are on everywhere, but what is also wrong is this that some of the windows are open, some only a little bit, the top ones, but one or two completely. The strange thing is that they give access to another world outside, a different world than when you would walk the inside of the complex or outside. This is a different world behind my house, which is why it is secret, and underground.
While I go down to check the lights, something else happens. Staples, unused, hover on my right hand, as well as a plastic paying card, it sticks to the back of my hand, and so do the staples, and sometimes they circle about my hand, when I shake them. This is a weird sight, and I think it is something like static, but this is real magnetism. I try to leave it behind, but it is difficult, then I give it no more thought.
When I am downstairs and see the windows, which are large, ajar, the great boss, chief of this complex, is also here, some yuppie, very rich and powerful, and full of himself. He comes to check with me, now that I am awake. I don't trust him at all.
I realize that it was not me who opened all these windows, something is wrong here, and I don't feel safe anymore, because that means that people can just walk in into my house without my knowledge, and what is more so, even this boss can do so. I don't like that. I think that it was maybe his daughter who did all this, or the people who work for him, goons, because the house is embedded in the university, and the university is his, which means the house is his, and this means I can stay and live here because he wants it. I am somehow under his power.
It is then that I notice the front door, which is one that I can't use, but he came through it, and now that I see it, I am curious enough, and he goes back through it to leave the house, and I follow to see where it leads, because I see a room with maybe one or two passing people when he opens the door. Again, a different world behind it, but a familiar one, the same as the outside university in fact. When we walk through I recognize the room as one of the library chambers, warm, wood, dark, students present, they see us coming, though the entry is secret, you can't see it from the library. More students are in the room. This chamber is downstairs or underground also.
2. Tomb Stone Rite
First part I can't remember, but it was light, hectic, inside and with lots of people, among which D. At least two rooms, and I was mocked at, but can't remember reason nor situation.
Later, to the right, there is a place for eating, I go there, and Jeve is there, she just got something to eat, and I sit opposite her.
There was also some Greek words spoken by someone, maybe the names of lesser known gods, like Arete. And I understand that the end -e is indeed pronounced as -ee.
Lica is also here, she is on my right at the table. We are all eating. Jeve is telling some sort of story, can't remember what, and some of the food is the same which she has and what I have, I think. But she has also mushrooms, but I don't want those. At the end, both of them have eaten all the mushrooms, because Lica also likes them, but then Jeve wants more, and they are all gone, and I've always said not to mushrooms, but now I see them to the left of my plate, on the table, not even on a plate, and wonder whether I will eat that. I must have forgotten that I had these.
The situation was more complex than that, some other thought or discussion was involved at the same time and linked to the eating situation, but I can't remember it.
Last part of the dream, back inside to where the living room is, this happens to be my house, but rather large, and that is when I remember, this is indeed my house but I had forgotten is was so big. The house reminds me of the one I lived in with Bale three years ago.
D is there. And something needs to be done, and I even if this is not my business everyone expects me to lead the ritual, and I know what is to be done. In the living room, which has three sections, there are three graves, you can see the stone slab in the floor, in each section. And I tell them that I want to do the rite there, at the first tomb stone. D has a little fear about this, while I think this will create a splendid link with the otherworld. D is suspicious so he inspects the inscription on the stone at one side, opposite is a door, and I do think it is wise to close it, because otherwise unwanted spirits might enter. But I am happy to do the ritual here, though in the meanwhile I don't remember what it is about, this is because I am starting to wake up. The inscription that D reads makes him shudder and he has some fears. Other people were there that should be in the rite, or for whom the rite would be done.
Saturday, 5 October 2013
Back Door to a Parallel World
1. Back from Long Ago
End of a dream. I go back, return, alongside a cafe, something something, which is the shorter route from the world I have been in a long time and now returning from to a realer world.
I can't remember anything from this other world, but when I return from it, I do this by forcing myself and am alone and I pass through a house, which is to me the portal, but even the keeper does not know of it. When I arrive back in the normal world, it is a time of day that the cafe is open but empty, no customers, late afternoon I suspect. The colours here are different than earlier, while earlier the atmosphere was more nighttime, but not too dark.
There is a backdoor through which I enter the realer world, and this is the backdoor of a cafe I often go and I know the owners. The whole way back I carry a coca cola bottle in my right hand, I hold it at the top. It has clear water in it, and the bottle has no labels, but is clear also. I walk briskly with this and I wonder about it. Light.
Nobody expects me when I return, maybe I have been away so long that they forgot about me, that is what I think. And when I pass a closed alleyway beside the cafe, I see in the distance, more to the front of the cafe, Ra, who owns the place, and his helper. They lean back against the bar, all wood, this is all to my left. Maybe they are cleaning glasses. But when I am closer, they don't really respond to my presence, which I found strange. I had expected some reaction. So I pass them and go my own way which is to the right, which leads into another room, but this connects with the outside world, and I can see it through the windows, people walk past this place, on the street, and I am happy to see that, and I am happy to be back and experience the liveliness again.
I don't go outside, but I decide to go straight to my room, which is also on the right, but not as deep to the front as the windows.
I enter the room, which is square and big, and I wonder whether I left the lamp burning, because I see some reflection, and I'm not sure. Maybe it is just a reflection, but I investigate anyway. (And another note but I can't read it). Maybe from this room it is that I see the windows and the outside world. But this is where the dream ends, and I also thought it is stupid of me to check this lamp, why can't I just trust things or leave them as they are.
End of a dream. I go back, return, alongside a cafe, something something, which is the shorter route from the world I have been in a long time and now returning from to a realer world.
I can't remember anything from this other world, but when I return from it, I do this by forcing myself and am alone and I pass through a house, which is to me the portal, but even the keeper does not know of it. When I arrive back in the normal world, it is a time of day that the cafe is open but empty, no customers, late afternoon I suspect. The colours here are different than earlier, while earlier the atmosphere was more nighttime, but not too dark.
There is a backdoor through which I enter the realer world, and this is the backdoor of a cafe I often go and I know the owners. The whole way back I carry a coca cola bottle in my right hand, I hold it at the top. It has clear water in it, and the bottle has no labels, but is clear also. I walk briskly with this and I wonder about it. Light.
Nobody expects me when I return, maybe I have been away so long that they forgot about me, that is what I think. And when I pass a closed alleyway beside the cafe, I see in the distance, more to the front of the cafe, Ra, who owns the place, and his helper. They lean back against the bar, all wood, this is all to my left. Maybe they are cleaning glasses. But when I am closer, they don't really respond to my presence, which I found strange. I had expected some reaction. So I pass them and go my own way which is to the right, which leads into another room, but this connects with the outside world, and I can see it through the windows, people walk past this place, on the street, and I am happy to see that, and I am happy to be back and experience the liveliness again.
I don't go outside, but I decide to go straight to my room, which is also on the right, but not as deep to the front as the windows.
I enter the room, which is square and big, and I wonder whether I left the lamp burning, because I see some reflection, and I'm not sure. Maybe it is just a reflection, but I investigate anyway. (And another note but I can't read it). Maybe from this room it is that I see the windows and the outside world. But this is where the dream ends, and I also thought it is stupid of me to check this lamp, why can't I just trust things or leave them as they are.
Sunday, 15 September 2013
Dead and Alive in another Time
1. Two Worlds
Language course was a major topic in the dream.
Underground place. Debu is confused, this was above ground. But thinks will go well in the long run, because we take care of everything, regulate everything.
All this appears to be a vision of the future and of a parallel world (can't read notes). This was a real parallel world, not the kind I usually dream of.
In the same dream something about a boy, at the end of the dream I remember his name as Ryan, though it is not the correct name, only, the colour and sound of the name are similar, red colour, sparkling.
Then, something something, she knows (?), key stuck (?), incidental something something, knows her from years ago, but has forgotten the name.
Twice Debu. One dead in the basement, and one alive who we can actually help, because she has notes and sketches of the other. I suppose with the other her dead self is meant, which is in another time, and or in a parallel world. Dark. Time travel. I am not panicked by this at all, but am rather happy, joy.
After that I stay in the prison, but do so of my own free will and something something (can't read notes). Something about Holy Nicholas in Naamsestraat.
Something or someone has forgotten that I was still there.
I show myself when I hear music and people, and then I also dance.
Someone in particular wants to see me, and this is a spirit, but I never see the spirit only sense its presence, this is at the very end of the dream, but even when I wake and take notes I feel the presence.
This was all one dream, but can't remember well, not anymore how the time frames and two worlds worked, nor the chronology.
2. Imitating Colleague
Brva and Kr. I am also there. Deserted building, or dimension, trying to escape it. I can do this by means of paint or glue.
Before that something about pencils and paint, which I used or were used for Loli and her husband.
Something about food, food in general, and this is a reason to move house. Brva must do a quiz with her arms (?) to compare something with a tv program. Kr imitates her, being not original.
School, empty rooms.
Something about (can't read it), ..., price. Something esoteric is there too. Maybe a blind boy, Brcr is here too.
Something about Dao, a saying: famous stars become Ing Rune (?).
A pile of books.
I am the one who sees the occult truth of something or a situation, and I am proud, this is the feeling in the dream.
Language course was a major topic in the dream.
Underground place. Debu is confused, this was above ground. But thinks will go well in the long run, because we take care of everything, regulate everything.
All this appears to be a vision of the future and of a parallel world (can't read notes). This was a real parallel world, not the kind I usually dream of.
In the same dream something about a boy, at the end of the dream I remember his name as Ryan, though it is not the correct name, only, the colour and sound of the name are similar, red colour, sparkling.
Then, something something, she knows (?), key stuck (?), incidental something something, knows her from years ago, but has forgotten the name.
Twice Debu. One dead in the basement, and one alive who we can actually help, because she has notes and sketches of the other. I suppose with the other her dead self is meant, which is in another time, and or in a parallel world. Dark. Time travel. I am not panicked by this at all, but am rather happy, joy.
After that I stay in the prison, but do so of my own free will and something something (can't read notes). Something about Holy Nicholas in Naamsestraat.
Something or someone has forgotten that I was still there.
I show myself when I hear music and people, and then I also dance.
Someone in particular wants to see me, and this is a spirit, but I never see the spirit only sense its presence, this is at the very end of the dream, but even when I wake and take notes I feel the presence.
This was all one dream, but can't remember well, not anymore how the time frames and two worlds worked, nor the chronology.
2. Imitating Colleague
Brva and Kr. I am also there. Deserted building, or dimension, trying to escape it. I can do this by means of paint or glue.
Before that something about pencils and paint, which I used or were used for Loli and her husband.
Something about food, food in general, and this is a reason to move house. Brva must do a quiz with her arms (?) to compare something with a tv program. Kr imitates her, being not original.
School, empty rooms.
Something about (can't read it), ..., price. Something esoteric is there too. Maybe a blind boy, Brcr is here too.
Something about Dao, a saying: famous stars become Ing Rune (?).
A pile of books.
I am the one who sees the occult truth of something or a situation, and I am proud, this is the feeling in the dream.
Monday, 2 September 2013
Into the Painted World
1. Cracked Horn
A man is filming himself. House I am not familiar with. All the time I am holding a small drinking horn, which is filled with some kind of cream, and the horn has cracked and is split. So I have to hold it all the time, otherwise I would spill the content. It is not explained to me why I have to do this, but I know I can't let go. I walk around with his, avoiding the other persons. The house is built in such a way that it feels like a place in between worlds. And some rooms feel different than others. I avoid the rooms that are too close to the normal world, which is on the left, I stay on the right. Brick walls, grey, dark slate.
In some rooms the cream which looks like butter and is therefore solid, sinks, and in others it rises. So I have to regulate this constantly, because when I walk from room to room, I have to adjust the level of the cream again. I don't know how to describe this cream, maybe it also looks like ice cream, but it is room temperature.
2. Claw of Fire
Maybe the same dream.
Then there is something with words, and they are used as codes. Such a code is Claw of Fire, which is in fact Glorifier. There were many puns like that. I can't remember what this is about, but it was mysterious.
3. Haunted by Monsters and Painted World
Maybe the same dream still.
I arrive home from work, I have traveled long and no one is home. I am at the home of my parents. It is night so I make ready to sleep. The house feels empty and deserted, as if all the family has gone away for some reason. Yet, when I go to my bedroom, I see behind the window, standing outside on the porch where the front door is, a large puffin. It is so large that I almost mistake it for a penguin. This is a spirit. I know it immediately, but the bird is hiding, because it wears a white towel all over its body. And I have to turn back to my room and look again to see what it actually is. I was on my way to the bathroom. I also see there is snow on the porch.
Inside, when I go back to the living room area, I suddenly see a black cat with bright yellow eyes running swiftly, and rather big, in the dark. And I immediately recognize that one as a spirit too. And then things become a little creepy, because I sense and see many ghosts in the house, and I am all alone and by myself. This sensation is the kind that makes you want to wake up and once you wake up not be able to sleep again, but it was so soft and gently and I was determined enough that I had no trouble with the presences.
At some point, my brother D comes to me and teases me. This is very creepy, because he does it as a ghost, in the veranda and in the kitchen. In the dream I cannot catch my sleep, though I know I should have gone to bed a long time already, and in the kitchen I see the time, it is about 1.25 in the morning. And that is when I decide to go to bed. N is also there and something about a beetle.
Now the house is filled with weird beings and monsters, they look very weird. Some just stand their and watch. (I did not take notes of how they looked, though in the dream it was very clear). At that point my parents also come home, one monster is following me everywhere. Something about a Rhino, or the word Rhino. (Maybe this is related to dream 2).
Later something about a film or making a film.
Later we walk the length of the street of our parents, B-street, to the beginning and something about a deserted house (I suppose this is where dream 1&2 come in). The spirits follow me, (can't read notes). Want me? Something something. This house has always been there, but now it is deserted, empty, grey. We go in anyway. Something about other people.
Inside is more light, a witch is in the house, I can't remember when or where we met her. She is in the corner of a large room. I am not scared of her at all, but she creates a painting on the floor which is 3D. Many colours, bright colours, wonderful sight.
Then I go into this painted world, and it is like a parallel world, only you keep contact with the room at all times. The world goes over me like waves, especially green. This is like a sea, but very different. N is with me and goes in as well. I want to test the reality of this world, and have a knife in my hand and intend to cut the leg of my brother, because he wears his swimming suit his leg is naked. My theory in the dream is that he should not bleed because according to the laws of this world no colour can be added and there is no red, only blue and green. So I go behind N and cut his thigh which must hurt, though I can't know whether he will feel pain or not, but the cut becomes red, so he bleeds anyway. The colours are real.
4.Special Children
I am home alone.
Then my mother is there and she tells me she plans to go to China for a year. With this she means I have to watch the house. This results in me being alone in the house, and I am not looking forward to it.
Obviously my father will go with her. My brothers are also present. But there are also children. First they are adolescents, I have to take care of them along with the house, about three guys, and I look forward doing things with them. Then one of them, the only one I give attention, appears to be only twelve years old. The man looks like a customer that was in the shop recently. When I look around me now I see that the others have become younger as well. I think it is still okay, because twelve year olds are still easy to deal with.
Then I go to the kitchen, but the children have become really young now, like seven or eight, and I don't like that, because I don't want to take of small children at this point.
All of these children are gifted or talented in a special way. I can sense and see it, but none of them performs, maybe because they never learned. Anyway, I recognize they are special children, and I feel my responsibility increases with that, but it also makes me proud that someone thought that I am the right person to educate these children.
From note: I explain the rule.
5. Nail Clipping
Same dream.
In the middle of the night I wake up and I go to the dining room, sit down on a chair and start clipping my toe nails, of my left foot only. I am very careful, because it seems one of the nails is become loose and might fall off, I don't want that, so I ignore it and clip it carefully, but it happens two or three times, always the same nail, but I can't remember which one, maybe thumb, or either the one next to that. There is another nail which is wrong in a way, because the nail is fragmented, splintered, and it is difficult to clip.
Jusm is there and me, somewhere, and we watch a film. There is a character with a name that sounds like the combination of Magdala and Nanna (can't read notes). A girl is about, but although I touch her a few times to see if she likes me, because she is beautiful, she goes to Jusm all the time. This happens twice. Jusm and me are on an edge, there is some party going on, but we just stand there, because we don't know what to do. This girl, dressed in some purple, long brown hair, healthy, in a pony tail, passes and talks to us, she directs her attention to Jusm, I try to get her attention too, she is sensual in a way. Jusm does not see any of this.
Two times are different, and I know I am still in the same dream.
Later, in a different place in the house, a man is playing with matchbox cars, we join, a woman is there. Lots of cars. I don't see the meaning of it.
6. Wrapping Herbs
Last dream.
I am helping at the till, unfamiliar surroundings, half outside. Women at the counter, I happen to be there and decide to help. Two tills.
The second customer is difficult. She has lots of things, all tiny, about seven or nine. At the same time another customer is there and has only two things, somewhat bigger. I work on the right till, the woman who was there already on the left. I just finished my first customer and now I can take on the next, which is the one with many thing, but the woman is also ready so there is some confusion among the three of us who will do the customer, but I take it and the woman on my left is relieved, because she knew it would be trouble, but I can take it. All customers are also women.
I ask the customer whether these things need to be wrapped with gift wrap, and she says yes, and I ask if all must be wrapped separately and she explains how things should be wrapped, so I start with that. And I sort the things. The things look like trinkets. Two are bigger, but still small, like a fourth of the palm of my hand, and the others are smaller, like one section of a finger.
When I start wrapping the first, I take one of the big trinkets and something else, but the something else changes into a herb, like parsley, and it becomes very difficult to wrap. I have very ordinary paper, and I try but I have difficulties. I have also trouble with the tape and taping it, so I leave it aside, when I am finished, but it is not well done. Then I turn to the next, but by now all trinkets have changed into herbs, and it is very difficult to pack. I take a bunch which was next. Postelein, she explains. Rose Moss. I try to be very gentle, but I can't get it wrapped and it becomes complicated. Maybe Rue. I try to finish that second package, but it does not work, and now the first one comes loose. I don't know what to do.
A man is filming himself. House I am not familiar with. All the time I am holding a small drinking horn, which is filled with some kind of cream, and the horn has cracked and is split. So I have to hold it all the time, otherwise I would spill the content. It is not explained to me why I have to do this, but I know I can't let go. I walk around with his, avoiding the other persons. The house is built in such a way that it feels like a place in between worlds. And some rooms feel different than others. I avoid the rooms that are too close to the normal world, which is on the left, I stay on the right. Brick walls, grey, dark slate.
In some rooms the cream which looks like butter and is therefore solid, sinks, and in others it rises. So I have to regulate this constantly, because when I walk from room to room, I have to adjust the level of the cream again. I don't know how to describe this cream, maybe it also looks like ice cream, but it is room temperature.
2. Claw of Fire
Maybe the same dream.
Then there is something with words, and they are used as codes. Such a code is Claw of Fire, which is in fact Glorifier. There were many puns like that. I can't remember what this is about, but it was mysterious.
3. Haunted by Monsters and Painted World
Maybe the same dream still.
I arrive home from work, I have traveled long and no one is home. I am at the home of my parents. It is night so I make ready to sleep. The house feels empty and deserted, as if all the family has gone away for some reason. Yet, when I go to my bedroom, I see behind the window, standing outside on the porch where the front door is, a large puffin. It is so large that I almost mistake it for a penguin. This is a spirit. I know it immediately, but the bird is hiding, because it wears a white towel all over its body. And I have to turn back to my room and look again to see what it actually is. I was on my way to the bathroom. I also see there is snow on the porch.
Inside, when I go back to the living room area, I suddenly see a black cat with bright yellow eyes running swiftly, and rather big, in the dark. And I immediately recognize that one as a spirit too. And then things become a little creepy, because I sense and see many ghosts in the house, and I am all alone and by myself. This sensation is the kind that makes you want to wake up and once you wake up not be able to sleep again, but it was so soft and gently and I was determined enough that I had no trouble with the presences.
At some point, my brother D comes to me and teases me. This is very creepy, because he does it as a ghost, in the veranda and in the kitchen. In the dream I cannot catch my sleep, though I know I should have gone to bed a long time already, and in the kitchen I see the time, it is about 1.25 in the morning. And that is when I decide to go to bed. N is also there and something about a beetle.
Now the house is filled with weird beings and monsters, they look very weird. Some just stand their and watch. (I did not take notes of how they looked, though in the dream it was very clear). At that point my parents also come home, one monster is following me everywhere. Something about a Rhino, or the word Rhino. (Maybe this is related to dream 2).
Later something about a film or making a film.
Later we walk the length of the street of our parents, B-street, to the beginning and something about a deserted house (I suppose this is where dream 1&2 come in). The spirits follow me, (can't read notes). Want me? Something something. This house has always been there, but now it is deserted, empty, grey. We go in anyway. Something about other people.
Inside is more light, a witch is in the house, I can't remember when or where we met her. She is in the corner of a large room. I am not scared of her at all, but she creates a painting on the floor which is 3D. Many colours, bright colours, wonderful sight.
Then I go into this painted world, and it is like a parallel world, only you keep contact with the room at all times. The world goes over me like waves, especially green. This is like a sea, but very different. N is with me and goes in as well. I want to test the reality of this world, and have a knife in my hand and intend to cut the leg of my brother, because he wears his swimming suit his leg is naked. My theory in the dream is that he should not bleed because according to the laws of this world no colour can be added and there is no red, only blue and green. So I go behind N and cut his thigh which must hurt, though I can't know whether he will feel pain or not, but the cut becomes red, so he bleeds anyway. The colours are real.
4.Special Children
I am home alone.
Then my mother is there and she tells me she plans to go to China for a year. With this she means I have to watch the house. This results in me being alone in the house, and I am not looking forward to it.
Obviously my father will go with her. My brothers are also present. But there are also children. First they are adolescents, I have to take care of them along with the house, about three guys, and I look forward doing things with them. Then one of them, the only one I give attention, appears to be only twelve years old. The man looks like a customer that was in the shop recently. When I look around me now I see that the others have become younger as well. I think it is still okay, because twelve year olds are still easy to deal with.
Then I go to the kitchen, but the children have become really young now, like seven or eight, and I don't like that, because I don't want to take of small children at this point.
All of these children are gifted or talented in a special way. I can sense and see it, but none of them performs, maybe because they never learned. Anyway, I recognize they are special children, and I feel my responsibility increases with that, but it also makes me proud that someone thought that I am the right person to educate these children.
From note: I explain the rule.
5. Nail Clipping
Same dream.
In the middle of the night I wake up and I go to the dining room, sit down on a chair and start clipping my toe nails, of my left foot only. I am very careful, because it seems one of the nails is become loose and might fall off, I don't want that, so I ignore it and clip it carefully, but it happens two or three times, always the same nail, but I can't remember which one, maybe thumb, or either the one next to that. There is another nail which is wrong in a way, because the nail is fragmented, splintered, and it is difficult to clip.
Jusm is there and me, somewhere, and we watch a film. There is a character with a name that sounds like the combination of Magdala and Nanna (can't read notes). A girl is about, but although I touch her a few times to see if she likes me, because she is beautiful, she goes to Jusm all the time. This happens twice. Jusm and me are on an edge, there is some party going on, but we just stand there, because we don't know what to do. This girl, dressed in some purple, long brown hair, healthy, in a pony tail, passes and talks to us, she directs her attention to Jusm, I try to get her attention too, she is sensual in a way. Jusm does not see any of this.
Two times are different, and I know I am still in the same dream.
Later, in a different place in the house, a man is playing with matchbox cars, we join, a woman is there. Lots of cars. I don't see the meaning of it.
6. Wrapping Herbs
Last dream.
I am helping at the till, unfamiliar surroundings, half outside. Women at the counter, I happen to be there and decide to help. Two tills.
The second customer is difficult. She has lots of things, all tiny, about seven or nine. At the same time another customer is there and has only two things, somewhat bigger. I work on the right till, the woman who was there already on the left. I just finished my first customer and now I can take on the next, which is the one with many thing, but the woman is also ready so there is some confusion among the three of us who will do the customer, but I take it and the woman on my left is relieved, because she knew it would be trouble, but I can take it. All customers are also women.
I ask the customer whether these things need to be wrapped with gift wrap, and she says yes, and I ask if all must be wrapped separately and she explains how things should be wrapped, so I start with that. And I sort the things. The things look like trinkets. Two are bigger, but still small, like a fourth of the palm of my hand, and the others are smaller, like one section of a finger.
When I start wrapping the first, I take one of the big trinkets and something else, but the something else changes into a herb, like parsley, and it becomes very difficult to wrap. I have very ordinary paper, and I try but I have difficulties. I have also trouble with the tape and taping it, so I leave it aside, when I am finished, but it is not well done. Then I turn to the next, but by now all trinkets have changed into herbs, and it is very difficult to pack. I take a bunch which was next. Postelein, she explains. Rose Moss. I try to be very gentle, but I can't get it wrapped and it becomes complicated. Maybe Rue. I try to finish that second package, but it does not work, and now the first one comes loose. I don't know what to do.
Friday, 19 July 2013
The Hermit Landlady
1. Cycling Danger
Dream starts in a university hall, the rector is there, a group, we are being guided by a tourist guide. The elder ones follow behind. Something with a man horse, centaur?
When we leave this place, we are still a group, we go behind another place and not the ordinary route so people don't spy on us, and I intend to leave and go a certain way. The others follow me. After the building behind which we walk, we go left, and cycle, all of us, and a little bit further we turn right and enter a field, there is a field path, but it is covered with grass, a little steep slope up, but once in the field it is still difficult to cycle, because of the grass, there is no real road, but tracks seem to exist, and I have been here before. It is deep, this path, but that does not make it more functional.
Feels like the Diestsesteenweg. Only it is in the country side.
After a while, I'm behind and two others, and the rest is ahead, they go a little faster and I let them, because there is only one way. Then suddenly from the country side we enter the high road and cars and trucks drive by fast, we are there from one moment to the other and it is a little surprising and suddenly we have to be cautious, but I will not slow down or stop or go to the side, we can use this road and it will go a lot faster. More dangerous, too.
There is a tunnel ahead, that will be even more difficult, because there will naturally be less room.
When we enter the highway, I am with these two other guys, and we get in between trucks, three in front of us, in a row, and one behind us. We go fast now. I try to keep up, we have to go at least as fast as the trucks and keep moving. One of those guys has a girl on his shoulders, that was the only way to have her travel, he carries her.
Then in the tunnel two others get an accident, we arrive later, but I can't remember what happened, I don't think I enter the tunnel at all, dream stops with that.
2. Double Mind
Possibly the same dream
In the dream, because of my actions (?), people think I'm crazy (in the sense of being overcourageous). At some point I talk to Svdb, him I can trust. At some point, Svdb says I have to read the book of the grey shrimp.
Later, I lay down on top of a table, this is my final destination, something with a puppet, or like a puppet (which reminds me of Rachel of Terry Goodkind's books).
There is a doctor in the neighbourhood and I explain to him that my mind is not my own. There is something going on that feels like possession. The things I do are someone else in me, but I am aware of what happens, though no control. Someone else's mind has been put into mine. And this mind has no other body or no other place to go.
I have a book at hand in which I had been reading on my own here. While I'm on the table, like a doctor's table, only in the middle of a normal room, I sit up and see notes on the floor and elsewhere near me, five euro notes, two of them, by the leg of the table, on my right. And some on the bed as well.
I don't want the doctor to see those fivers, and I want to pick it up.
3. Fencing
Fencing?
Car making u-turn?
Norwegian Wood, of Murakami? Or at least something that reminds me of this book and story.
4. Door to a New Floor
We are on our way to somewhere, we stop to rest a little, sit at a table.
A while nothing happens, the room reminds me of the kitchen of my parents. Nothing special happens, although we meet with the people who run this place, complex building, weird atmosphere.
Everyone goes to the bathroom, I have to go too, but I wait till everyone's gone, so that I can go in all peace.
So I go as last. I think in the meanwhile we also try to eat or drink, but I'm not sure anymore.
The bathroom is to the left, public toilets, big room, for boys. Other people are still here. One person was not back and is still there. But two women who work here are chatting and idling in the room.
The place does not look like a bathroom, although there are a bunch of separate rooms next to each other, I check one of those, the one all the way on the left, but I don't find the toilet. It seems to be a shower, mandir maybe. And I feel like I don't understand while everyone else apparently does.
I say nothing and I go to the other side. Opposite is a balustrade. Like a balcony, that is, you look one or two floors down. And I take a pee here. Beneath me I can see yellow water, so I must be right. Of course, this is a place where everyone in the room can see you, there is no extra door or wall or whatever, but I pee down, and it goes in the big basin that looks like an old swimming pool, length of the room.
Closer to the side of the balustrade is another long, but narrow pool of water that I think is an aquarium, and I even see fishes. The aquarium is so full that the water goes over the edge. Yellow as well, and at that point I think it is a bit filthy, because the fish have to live in that. But when my pee slows down it naturally comes down in that one, and I don't give a damn.
Then I feel like I have to take a shit as well and realize that will be a little more difficult here, knowing that peeing is already difficult. I turn around because I want to check the bathroom. People are still there, they don't make a move. People keep looking for the toilet, where it actually is, and I'm the same. (This is the earlier fragment, should come here).
I enter one of those places, and I don't find a toilet, and the little room looks really old, old-fashioned. It looks more like a room for changing clothes, when you go for a swim. I think, this must have been a pool ages ago.
At this moment, two young people keep this place open, as far as I can tell, and we trust them, although they are only students and live here and rent a room here, so they are not really in charge, but the lady who is, does not want to show herself, she keeps to herself. These two are Spanish students. They are a boy and a girl.
When I'm back at the table, we get something to eat, I am at the left corner. I put salt in my dish, whatever it was, but the salt itself has a taste too, and comes in portions in plastic bags that you have like for boemboe. So it is herbs too. I'm sitting a bit to the side or at the edge, so I'm not all the way with my feet under the table.
I'm late with eating, everyone else is finished, but there are still a lot of plastic bags on the table. Small, square, wood. The students are on the right, behind me, somewhere. There is a door that leads in front, and one behind us through which we entered this place.
I cut open a bag and put it on my food, everyone at the table corrects me. I took the wrong bag, but I can't tell the difference. These things are transparent anyway. There is a whole assortment of it.
Three packs of salt I already had, now I take the fourth portion, but again I make a mistake and open it wrongly. That is when things become hysteric, or people panic, because I should of all things not have touched that one bag. It's too late for that know. I did not know, everyone else did, they were informed, while I was away.
Now I see what is in it. The table was divided in two, there was something in the middle, because one part was higher or something, or it was originally two tables put together. This bag was in the centre, but on my side of the table. In it was a necklace, pearls, very beautiful. I realize why I should not have touched it. And I'm thinking, yes, I'm not going to buy this, because I'm not a woman. If I would then this situation would turn out okay, but now it is hopeless, they can't sell it again.
My brother D is there and he says: but that is not your kind of thing, and you will not buy it anyway. Is what he says. And the two students really cannot laugh with the situation, this is bad. They say they have to go and get the landlady, she must know.
I still don't know what I did wrong. In the meanwhile I'm thinking of a solution. We could open the other bag, and transfer both contents. And then I see some of the bags have a different closing mechanism and we can use that, like tape, to close the original one, and it will look like nothing has happened. But it will not do.
During this whole thing, the boy student says he has not seen the land lady since 2009. Everyone is a little shocked to hear that. She must really be a special case. So those two students take the door behind us and a stairway down. They will look for her. Also during this whole thing, because we are not serious about it, because it feels like we've stepped in a different world, the necklace has fallen onto the floor. I'm not urged to go and take it.
After a while I decide I should take my responsibility and go after them and share the punishment when they meet the landlady. So I get up and take the stairs to the cellar (it reminds me of the cellar of my parents). While I do this I know it is the right thing to do.
When I am below, there is a whole different floor, big and complex, I am in a t-shirt only, I am wearing no pants, naked there. This is because my pants got wet or dirty, when I tried to go to the toilet. Or it is still wet because it has just been washed, I put it in the wash.
I go nonetheless, decided.
And I actually find this woman. She has grey hair. Can't remember what happened. She sees me, she is a distance away from me, again, where she stands feels like the kitchen, and I come in, but the room is big. She is Spanish too. I can't tell her age. I think she got grey hair because she's always alone in the dark.
Anyway, I go with the landlady back upstairs. In the meanwhile, I know this house has even more levels. And this is what happens, because when we should arrive back where I came from, she opens a different door and she says: is the house something something. She means to say: is this the house you came from and where she originally came from but she can't remember, because it's been too long for her. Is this the house? I answer: no, because my floor is still higher up.
But, we go in anyway, and on this floor everything is new. Something something flushed with water? Means maybe living room under water, can't remember.
Anyway, the conclusion is that everything has been healed when I enter the different door, the one she opened.
That is where the dream ends, and I feel a little different.
Dream starts in a university hall, the rector is there, a group, we are being guided by a tourist guide. The elder ones follow behind. Something with a man horse, centaur?
When we leave this place, we are still a group, we go behind another place and not the ordinary route so people don't spy on us, and I intend to leave and go a certain way. The others follow me. After the building behind which we walk, we go left, and cycle, all of us, and a little bit further we turn right and enter a field, there is a field path, but it is covered with grass, a little steep slope up, but once in the field it is still difficult to cycle, because of the grass, there is no real road, but tracks seem to exist, and I have been here before. It is deep, this path, but that does not make it more functional.
Feels like the Diestsesteenweg. Only it is in the country side.
After a while, I'm behind and two others, and the rest is ahead, they go a little faster and I let them, because there is only one way. Then suddenly from the country side we enter the high road and cars and trucks drive by fast, we are there from one moment to the other and it is a little surprising and suddenly we have to be cautious, but I will not slow down or stop or go to the side, we can use this road and it will go a lot faster. More dangerous, too.
There is a tunnel ahead, that will be even more difficult, because there will naturally be less room.
When we enter the highway, I am with these two other guys, and we get in between trucks, three in front of us, in a row, and one behind us. We go fast now. I try to keep up, we have to go at least as fast as the trucks and keep moving. One of those guys has a girl on his shoulders, that was the only way to have her travel, he carries her.
Then in the tunnel two others get an accident, we arrive later, but I can't remember what happened, I don't think I enter the tunnel at all, dream stops with that.
2. Double Mind
Possibly the same dream
In the dream, because of my actions (?), people think I'm crazy (in the sense of being overcourageous). At some point I talk to Svdb, him I can trust. At some point, Svdb says I have to read the book of the grey shrimp.
Later, I lay down on top of a table, this is my final destination, something with a puppet, or like a puppet (which reminds me of Rachel of Terry Goodkind's books).
There is a doctor in the neighbourhood and I explain to him that my mind is not my own. There is something going on that feels like possession. The things I do are someone else in me, but I am aware of what happens, though no control. Someone else's mind has been put into mine. And this mind has no other body or no other place to go.
I have a book at hand in which I had been reading on my own here. While I'm on the table, like a doctor's table, only in the middle of a normal room, I sit up and see notes on the floor and elsewhere near me, five euro notes, two of them, by the leg of the table, on my right. And some on the bed as well.
I don't want the doctor to see those fivers, and I want to pick it up.
3. Fencing
Fencing?
Car making u-turn?
Norwegian Wood, of Murakami? Or at least something that reminds me of this book and story.
4. Door to a New Floor
We are on our way to somewhere, we stop to rest a little, sit at a table.
A while nothing happens, the room reminds me of the kitchen of my parents. Nothing special happens, although we meet with the people who run this place, complex building, weird atmosphere.
Everyone goes to the bathroom, I have to go too, but I wait till everyone's gone, so that I can go in all peace.
So I go as last. I think in the meanwhile we also try to eat or drink, but I'm not sure anymore.
The bathroom is to the left, public toilets, big room, for boys. Other people are still here. One person was not back and is still there. But two women who work here are chatting and idling in the room.
The place does not look like a bathroom, although there are a bunch of separate rooms next to each other, I check one of those, the one all the way on the left, but I don't find the toilet. It seems to be a shower, mandir maybe. And I feel like I don't understand while everyone else apparently does.
I say nothing and I go to the other side. Opposite is a balustrade. Like a balcony, that is, you look one or two floors down. And I take a pee here. Beneath me I can see yellow water, so I must be right. Of course, this is a place where everyone in the room can see you, there is no extra door or wall or whatever, but I pee down, and it goes in the big basin that looks like an old swimming pool, length of the room.
Closer to the side of the balustrade is another long, but narrow pool of water that I think is an aquarium, and I even see fishes. The aquarium is so full that the water goes over the edge. Yellow as well, and at that point I think it is a bit filthy, because the fish have to live in that. But when my pee slows down it naturally comes down in that one, and I don't give a damn.
Then I feel like I have to take a shit as well and realize that will be a little more difficult here, knowing that peeing is already difficult. I turn around because I want to check the bathroom. People are still there, they don't make a move. People keep looking for the toilet, where it actually is, and I'm the same. (This is the earlier fragment, should come here).
I enter one of those places, and I don't find a toilet, and the little room looks really old, old-fashioned. It looks more like a room for changing clothes, when you go for a swim. I think, this must have been a pool ages ago.
At this moment, two young people keep this place open, as far as I can tell, and we trust them, although they are only students and live here and rent a room here, so they are not really in charge, but the lady who is, does not want to show herself, she keeps to herself. These two are Spanish students. They are a boy and a girl.
When I'm back at the table, we get something to eat, I am at the left corner. I put salt in my dish, whatever it was, but the salt itself has a taste too, and comes in portions in plastic bags that you have like for boemboe. So it is herbs too. I'm sitting a bit to the side or at the edge, so I'm not all the way with my feet under the table.
I'm late with eating, everyone else is finished, but there are still a lot of plastic bags on the table. Small, square, wood. The students are on the right, behind me, somewhere. There is a door that leads in front, and one behind us through which we entered this place.
I cut open a bag and put it on my food, everyone at the table corrects me. I took the wrong bag, but I can't tell the difference. These things are transparent anyway. There is a whole assortment of it.
Three packs of salt I already had, now I take the fourth portion, but again I make a mistake and open it wrongly. That is when things become hysteric, or people panic, because I should of all things not have touched that one bag. It's too late for that know. I did not know, everyone else did, they were informed, while I was away.
Now I see what is in it. The table was divided in two, there was something in the middle, because one part was higher or something, or it was originally two tables put together. This bag was in the centre, but on my side of the table. In it was a necklace, pearls, very beautiful. I realize why I should not have touched it. And I'm thinking, yes, I'm not going to buy this, because I'm not a woman. If I would then this situation would turn out okay, but now it is hopeless, they can't sell it again.
My brother D is there and he says: but that is not your kind of thing, and you will not buy it anyway. Is what he says. And the two students really cannot laugh with the situation, this is bad. They say they have to go and get the landlady, she must know.
I still don't know what I did wrong. In the meanwhile I'm thinking of a solution. We could open the other bag, and transfer both contents. And then I see some of the bags have a different closing mechanism and we can use that, like tape, to close the original one, and it will look like nothing has happened. But it will not do.
During this whole thing, the boy student says he has not seen the land lady since 2009. Everyone is a little shocked to hear that. She must really be a special case. So those two students take the door behind us and a stairway down. They will look for her. Also during this whole thing, because we are not serious about it, because it feels like we've stepped in a different world, the necklace has fallen onto the floor. I'm not urged to go and take it.
After a while I decide I should take my responsibility and go after them and share the punishment when they meet the landlady. So I get up and take the stairs to the cellar (it reminds me of the cellar of my parents). While I do this I know it is the right thing to do.
When I am below, there is a whole different floor, big and complex, I am in a t-shirt only, I am wearing no pants, naked there. This is because my pants got wet or dirty, when I tried to go to the toilet. Or it is still wet because it has just been washed, I put it in the wash.
I go nonetheless, decided.
And I actually find this woman. She has grey hair. Can't remember what happened. She sees me, she is a distance away from me, again, where she stands feels like the kitchen, and I come in, but the room is big. She is Spanish too. I can't tell her age. I think she got grey hair because she's always alone in the dark.
Anyway, I go with the landlady back upstairs. In the meanwhile, I know this house has even more levels. And this is what happens, because when we should arrive back where I came from, she opens a different door and she says: is the house something something. She means to say: is this the house you came from and where she originally came from but she can't remember, because it's been too long for her. Is this the house? I answer: no, because my floor is still higher up.
But, we go in anyway, and on this floor everything is new. Something something flushed with water? Means maybe living room under water, can't remember.
Anyway, the conclusion is that everything has been healed when I enter the different door, the one she opened.
That is where the dream ends, and I feel a little different.
Sunday, 7 July 2013
The Captain and the Stance
1. Taiji Dance
Some kind of school building in the middle of a city. A bit hidden away. I have to be there for some reason. Others too. There is some sort of square in front of the building, where we were before. When we approach the building, light, there are different doors, lucid, glass doors, clear. I'm sure I know which door leads where. Someone else does not, she just arrived and wants to come with us. We take the right door, which is also the nearest, and behind it is a small hallway and elevators. I know the other doors would have been locked. Professors live in these buildings. There is one in particular we want to see. The square might have been the playground. But it might also be a university building, college. The girl needs to see one professor in particular, man, middle aged, dark hair, mixed up. I never see this professor, but I have this picture of him.
Then it is me who follows, once up. (Can't read notes).
Upstairs, light room, large windows that look out on the actual enclosed playground, high up. (Reminds me of where Woli lived, F.Lintstraat?). There is a long but small table in the middle of the room, I come up from one way. Loli and Arve are already here. What a wonderful surprised. Woli must also be here. Other people, but not many, that I don't remember.
At some point, someone else comes in too, a girl, and then everyone starts to discuss a certain book that I have never seen before or read, but everyone else knows it and starts to be merry, it is something spiritual, maybe esoteric, and at the same time a novel or a play. Maybe people want to do the play. This girl in particular, she has long brown hair, she says she identifies herself with the main character, which is also a woman. Then all the others start to say who they are in the book, and everything fits neatly, as if the book is written for the characters of the people present, except for me, I watch. This one girl, though, she thinks a lot about it, to her this identification is very important.
The book is dark blue. A4, blues and greens.
Part of the text is read out loud. Can't remember the words or who was reading, maybe Arve.
This girl and a friend of her, who helps her, will put some of it into action although I don't think that is a good idea, because it entails climbing a ladder or scaffolding that is in the room by the wall, which is rather rickety. It is not very stable. Made of metal. She climbs on the left side, the other girl climbs on the right. I'm happy this other takes the initiative to climb the other side simultaneously, because that helps the balancing. Otherwise, this girl would fall. It is dangerous and I would not have thought they would do that. It is an exercise in balance. It is only a short way up, on top is a horizontal wooden board, but once they are up, maybe in the air, if there is no roof when they do this, then the dream shifts, because they accomplished what needed to be accomplished.
The dream continues within the same building, same wing, and maybe same room, only that now it is meant for sleeping and not public, but a private hired room, by my parents, and I happen to be there. They have to beds, on top of each other (stapelbed), and make ready for sleeping. While I'm here I'll be joining them. It is getting dark and it is time for bed.
Then an alarm sounds. I don't make much of it, because it sounds far away, but my parents slightly panic and conclude that all the rooms will be searched. That means they know what the alarm is about. I don't, I'm just visiting.
So they climb back out of bed and my mother asks me: you're sure your bicycle is here in the room and not somewhere outside? And I say: yes yes, to tell her not to worry, and while I say that, my bike is really in the room and I lift it up from somewhere high and put it on the floor. White. Small than usual, but not for children. I take it down from one of the beds. I should be careful with this for when 'they' come around and search the rooms. So I should better leave, which might just be the thing I do.
The dream shifts, I am now in another room in the same wing of the building, but much lower level, but still not ground level. It is evening. There is a sofa. This room is either in the middle of this wing, or at the other end so that it would look out to the street, but I don't see it because in the dream the room is oriented so that I see the other side only. Blues and greens. Sofa in the middle, all kinds of people. I sit in the sofa. Maybe my brother, N?, is on my left, but not close. People behind us, I don't pay them attention. A few in front of us. The sofa faces the back wall, not the window. Or it is my mother who sits on the left. We all have drinks, maybe bubbles. What else would I be drinking? There is a discussion starting on language and creativity, I am interested and try to get involved, but I can't remember the details of the conversation. I mostly wait and see if I can add something, because the person talking says everything that I would say. This conversation then is mostly between two people in front of the sofa, facing us. They stand. One of them is a woman, she is on the right, and she suddenly says: Loki. She says this in response of something the other person said about creativity. (She reminds me of Vepi). Or maybe she said something herself and then suddenly concluded it is associated with Loki. (I suppose the association comes from interlocutor). I don't really agree with this, so I say: Odin. And she agrees with that, while at the same time I am thinking of other gods that might apply, and I say: Bragi. And she says Bragi at the same time. That is where this fragment ends.
Supposedly the same dream. Now we are back down, by the front square or playground. First we are still inside, in a wide room that might have been a garage originally. A few people, can't remember what we were doing there. But at some point I'm lured outside, this has to do with taiji. Someone suggests to someone else to show his taiji, because this person wants to learn. So there is one with experience and the other that wants to learn. When the decide to go outside and do a little exercise, I decide to go with them and join them. I don't know what kind of taiji they will be doing, I know them not. Or distant friends maybe. But I am quick to decide and run after them. They are already in position in the centre of the cobbled square. I join them. The person who will demonstrate, his name is Marc or Paul. And my brother D is the one who wants to learn.
Outside, two other people are already there, and I assume they were practicing this Paul's taiji.
At first it is just the three of us. When this Paul starts, I realize I am unfamiliar with the form and style, but I can follow easily. There is a lot of funny hand movements. and stepping back and forward along the diagonal lines. It is very different of what I am used to.
After a long sequence of these different hand movements, like shaking, tapping or grabbing or circling with the hands, comes the first real movement of the form. The stance is called Little Big Chief. And this one I recognize as our same first move, only it is not that but Brush Knee, albeit with a turn to the right. And the hands end in fists. When you start the movement you make a sword hand with the left hand and put it by the armpit of the right arm, then you step forward, this is after you turned right, and then the hands do something that I am not sure of and I look at the instructor who is on my right, D is behind me. The end position has both hands on the line in front of the left shoulder, but there is a lock which I don't understand. Obviously I am in the wrong position and the Captain, who is the instructor, comes over and corrects me, so I repeat the movement, correct this time and try the application, on my own.
Now we turn left again, and D is on my right very close. The captain steps forward between us to show is something and I quickly go back into position. It is as if D has done all this before, he is relaxed and knows what will come. Then the captain turns back to us again, and is close by and looks me in the eye while I am doing something, such as a retreat step. I can see how I look, I have very dark, sharp eyes, and short black hair, and my eyes are small, or squinted yet very clear. And my brother is a bit the same but not of the same calibre. And the captain immediately sees this and he says: you have speedy eyes. It is not my brother next to me, but a girl who is an official student of the captain, which is why she has those eyes, it might be a technique, but I have them naturally. The captain is so happy to see that in me, all this is a lucid moment, because of the eyes, that he wants me to match me with this girl. He puts me in front of the girl, who has ash blond hair, and we start. We touch, like in pushing hands. And I follow most of the time. She does not do much, which means that neither of us will initiate an attack. So this first part is boring, nothing happens. After that I decide to be more creative, which means that I start to duck or jump when she comes for me and I beat her everytime. She misses me everytime, but I never attack myself. It comes down to the speed of my reflexes, that is all that needs to be tested now, and I am always better, faster, than her.
When we do this, certainly the first part, it looks like a dance, feels like a dance. And it is inferred that this kind of competition is not done very often, because it it expensive. Expensive to organize. And I can see why, because only two people are engaged, all the others stand back and watch. So this is a rare occasion, and I was given it freely.
2. Transit Zone
Science fiction dream, planet based, nature. Headquarters.
There is a piece in a city, where my brothers and parents come along and we are on our cycles and go a straight line to somewhere, then suddenly the road becomes smaller and we keep to the right and in the end, N and me go forward on a long wooden board, painted yellow. Then we enter a building, which is not safe to be in, but we have to be there to get some clarification or we need something from here, but I think we only need information, to progress at home.
The inside is mostly empty, it looks like the hangar of a aeroplane. There is a door at the other side, so in theory you could continue on a straight line, but who knows where you will end up behind that door. That might be a parallel dimension. We stay in this room, which really feels like an in between worlds place, transit zone. On the right is a desk, long and high, and maybe a door. Desk is like a bar. Turquoise colours on that side, beige on our side. Inla was also there at some point. Empty, which means we are safe.
Then at a certain point, we hear the door opening and we need to hide. I think both doors open at the same time, the one in front and the one on the right, which leads to the bureaus. We hide behind a chair or box. This is the only thing in the middle of this room, a bit to the side, left side, which is easy for us. So we go around it, first at one side, and then have to keep moving so as not to be seen, and we move anticlockwise about this thing. It might have been a washing machine for all I know, but it buzzed or moved slightly when we whirled around it. This was a lucid moment.
Then we retreated to the back door through which we entered, and hid behind the desk, at least I did. But in the meantime I noticed that the person that came in from the right door is no other than Inro, and she is now behind the bar, and comes my way, then she is very close, but she can't see me immediately, because I am squatting. But I am curious and want to see her, so I lift my head and peek over the edge of the bar. At the same time, after a few times, she looks over the edge too and we see each other. She has brown hair. That is the end of this dream or fragment, as far as I can remember.
3. Terra
There was a fragment which was sf, in which we needed to make contact with a big space ship. We were stationed on the planet, and our team of Earth was on the right and another, alien, team on the left. And we had some discussion about numbers and numeric systems. Especially about twos and threes, that these cannot be counted by all races, because the system they used made use of some kind of grid or diagram that broke down twos and threes in different coordinates. The result was that they did not know the number three but only approximations of it, yet they thought there system was superior.
At some point by the end when we had to signal to the mother ship who we were, they spelled the name of there planet, which I forgot, and we had to do the same thing, so I would have entered Earth, because I was not aware of any other name, but before I entered it, I spelled it Terra, which sounded a little more formal and right. But in the dream I saw the name of the other race, only I now forgot.
There was a whole sequence of sf dreams, but I could not memorize them.
4. Taiji Hands
Fragment. Taiji, stairs (?). Holiday (?), slow. Two hands? List was there.
5. Car Mechanics
Pake had just given class, place reminds me of Holland Park, in the least it is outside in a park, but still a complex place. Where we are was on high, and we had to climb with ropes to get down. Like a roof terrace. From there on I saw the different sections of the park. I had no time to explore them, but the wish to do that is in me, I look at those greens longingly, as if I know them from a different life, they are from Atlantic times. I know I will be able to sense many energies over there, but right now I am here.
I am sure Loli and Arve are here too, enjoying the sacredness of the place. Jere is there too. He talks about car mechanics, quite exhaustively. At that point, there are two groups, one on the left with Jere, and one on the right. And I switch between the two and try to understand the car mechanics.
In the end I also do something with dream recording, I take notes, coloured paper.
6. Five Rites Pending
(Hypnagogic dream)
We enter the church, this is for celebrating the wedding of D&S. I go sit in the front, first. Mother follows, rest is behind. On the right side of the centre. Some seated already, most still have to come, place reminds me of church of Abdij van Vlierbeek, and the atmosphere is full of light, whites.
When I sit down I take a moment time to check my facebook account, because it has been a long time and I have not had the time yet. Now, it says I have five rites pending, not notifications. This must be something new on facebook. And in effect, I check one, and it is a person who I don't know who organizes a rite and needs at least five people otherwise it will be canceled. Two comments by women. The person is a man. The date has already past. And there are automatic recommendations done by facebook. At leas three qualities are summed up, but I forgot.
Some kind of school building in the middle of a city. A bit hidden away. I have to be there for some reason. Others too. There is some sort of square in front of the building, where we were before. When we approach the building, light, there are different doors, lucid, glass doors, clear. I'm sure I know which door leads where. Someone else does not, she just arrived and wants to come with us. We take the right door, which is also the nearest, and behind it is a small hallway and elevators. I know the other doors would have been locked. Professors live in these buildings. There is one in particular we want to see. The square might have been the playground. But it might also be a university building, college. The girl needs to see one professor in particular, man, middle aged, dark hair, mixed up. I never see this professor, but I have this picture of him.
Then it is me who follows, once up. (Can't read notes).
Upstairs, light room, large windows that look out on the actual enclosed playground, high up. (Reminds me of where Woli lived, F.Lintstraat?). There is a long but small table in the middle of the room, I come up from one way. Loli and Arve are already here. What a wonderful surprised. Woli must also be here. Other people, but not many, that I don't remember.
At some point, someone else comes in too, a girl, and then everyone starts to discuss a certain book that I have never seen before or read, but everyone else knows it and starts to be merry, it is something spiritual, maybe esoteric, and at the same time a novel or a play. Maybe people want to do the play. This girl in particular, she has long brown hair, she says she identifies herself with the main character, which is also a woman. Then all the others start to say who they are in the book, and everything fits neatly, as if the book is written for the characters of the people present, except for me, I watch. This one girl, though, she thinks a lot about it, to her this identification is very important.
The book is dark blue. A4, blues and greens.
Part of the text is read out loud. Can't remember the words or who was reading, maybe Arve.
This girl and a friend of her, who helps her, will put some of it into action although I don't think that is a good idea, because it entails climbing a ladder or scaffolding that is in the room by the wall, which is rather rickety. It is not very stable. Made of metal. She climbs on the left side, the other girl climbs on the right. I'm happy this other takes the initiative to climb the other side simultaneously, because that helps the balancing. Otherwise, this girl would fall. It is dangerous and I would not have thought they would do that. It is an exercise in balance. It is only a short way up, on top is a horizontal wooden board, but once they are up, maybe in the air, if there is no roof when they do this, then the dream shifts, because they accomplished what needed to be accomplished.
The dream continues within the same building, same wing, and maybe same room, only that now it is meant for sleeping and not public, but a private hired room, by my parents, and I happen to be there. They have to beds, on top of each other (stapelbed), and make ready for sleeping. While I'm here I'll be joining them. It is getting dark and it is time for bed.
Then an alarm sounds. I don't make much of it, because it sounds far away, but my parents slightly panic and conclude that all the rooms will be searched. That means they know what the alarm is about. I don't, I'm just visiting.
So they climb back out of bed and my mother asks me: you're sure your bicycle is here in the room and not somewhere outside? And I say: yes yes, to tell her not to worry, and while I say that, my bike is really in the room and I lift it up from somewhere high and put it on the floor. White. Small than usual, but not for children. I take it down from one of the beds. I should be careful with this for when 'they' come around and search the rooms. So I should better leave, which might just be the thing I do.
The dream shifts, I am now in another room in the same wing of the building, but much lower level, but still not ground level. It is evening. There is a sofa. This room is either in the middle of this wing, or at the other end so that it would look out to the street, but I don't see it because in the dream the room is oriented so that I see the other side only. Blues and greens. Sofa in the middle, all kinds of people. I sit in the sofa. Maybe my brother, N?, is on my left, but not close. People behind us, I don't pay them attention. A few in front of us. The sofa faces the back wall, not the window. Or it is my mother who sits on the left. We all have drinks, maybe bubbles. What else would I be drinking? There is a discussion starting on language and creativity, I am interested and try to get involved, but I can't remember the details of the conversation. I mostly wait and see if I can add something, because the person talking says everything that I would say. This conversation then is mostly between two people in front of the sofa, facing us. They stand. One of them is a woman, she is on the right, and she suddenly says: Loki. She says this in response of something the other person said about creativity. (She reminds me of Vepi). Or maybe she said something herself and then suddenly concluded it is associated with Loki. (I suppose the association comes from interlocutor). I don't really agree with this, so I say: Odin. And she agrees with that, while at the same time I am thinking of other gods that might apply, and I say: Bragi. And she says Bragi at the same time. That is where this fragment ends.
Supposedly the same dream. Now we are back down, by the front square or playground. First we are still inside, in a wide room that might have been a garage originally. A few people, can't remember what we were doing there. But at some point I'm lured outside, this has to do with taiji. Someone suggests to someone else to show his taiji, because this person wants to learn. So there is one with experience and the other that wants to learn. When the decide to go outside and do a little exercise, I decide to go with them and join them. I don't know what kind of taiji they will be doing, I know them not. Or distant friends maybe. But I am quick to decide and run after them. They are already in position in the centre of the cobbled square. I join them. The person who will demonstrate, his name is Marc or Paul. And my brother D is the one who wants to learn.
Outside, two other people are already there, and I assume they were practicing this Paul's taiji.
At first it is just the three of us. When this Paul starts, I realize I am unfamiliar with the form and style, but I can follow easily. There is a lot of funny hand movements. and stepping back and forward along the diagonal lines. It is very different of what I am used to.
After a long sequence of these different hand movements, like shaking, tapping or grabbing or circling with the hands, comes the first real movement of the form. The stance is called Little Big Chief. And this one I recognize as our same first move, only it is not that but Brush Knee, albeit with a turn to the right. And the hands end in fists. When you start the movement you make a sword hand with the left hand and put it by the armpit of the right arm, then you step forward, this is after you turned right, and then the hands do something that I am not sure of and I look at the instructor who is on my right, D is behind me. The end position has both hands on the line in front of the left shoulder, but there is a lock which I don't understand. Obviously I am in the wrong position and the Captain, who is the instructor, comes over and corrects me, so I repeat the movement, correct this time and try the application, on my own.
Now we turn left again, and D is on my right very close. The captain steps forward between us to show is something and I quickly go back into position. It is as if D has done all this before, he is relaxed and knows what will come. Then the captain turns back to us again, and is close by and looks me in the eye while I am doing something, such as a retreat step. I can see how I look, I have very dark, sharp eyes, and short black hair, and my eyes are small, or squinted yet very clear. And my brother is a bit the same but not of the same calibre. And the captain immediately sees this and he says: you have speedy eyes. It is not my brother next to me, but a girl who is an official student of the captain, which is why she has those eyes, it might be a technique, but I have them naturally. The captain is so happy to see that in me, all this is a lucid moment, because of the eyes, that he wants me to match me with this girl. He puts me in front of the girl, who has ash blond hair, and we start. We touch, like in pushing hands. And I follow most of the time. She does not do much, which means that neither of us will initiate an attack. So this first part is boring, nothing happens. After that I decide to be more creative, which means that I start to duck or jump when she comes for me and I beat her everytime. She misses me everytime, but I never attack myself. It comes down to the speed of my reflexes, that is all that needs to be tested now, and I am always better, faster, than her.
When we do this, certainly the first part, it looks like a dance, feels like a dance. And it is inferred that this kind of competition is not done very often, because it it expensive. Expensive to organize. And I can see why, because only two people are engaged, all the others stand back and watch. So this is a rare occasion, and I was given it freely.
2. Transit Zone
Science fiction dream, planet based, nature. Headquarters.
There is a piece in a city, where my brothers and parents come along and we are on our cycles and go a straight line to somewhere, then suddenly the road becomes smaller and we keep to the right and in the end, N and me go forward on a long wooden board, painted yellow. Then we enter a building, which is not safe to be in, but we have to be there to get some clarification or we need something from here, but I think we only need information, to progress at home.
The inside is mostly empty, it looks like the hangar of a aeroplane. There is a door at the other side, so in theory you could continue on a straight line, but who knows where you will end up behind that door. That might be a parallel dimension. We stay in this room, which really feels like an in between worlds place, transit zone. On the right is a desk, long and high, and maybe a door. Desk is like a bar. Turquoise colours on that side, beige on our side. Inla was also there at some point. Empty, which means we are safe.
Then at a certain point, we hear the door opening and we need to hide. I think both doors open at the same time, the one in front and the one on the right, which leads to the bureaus. We hide behind a chair or box. This is the only thing in the middle of this room, a bit to the side, left side, which is easy for us. So we go around it, first at one side, and then have to keep moving so as not to be seen, and we move anticlockwise about this thing. It might have been a washing machine for all I know, but it buzzed or moved slightly when we whirled around it. This was a lucid moment.
Then we retreated to the back door through which we entered, and hid behind the desk, at least I did. But in the meantime I noticed that the person that came in from the right door is no other than Inro, and she is now behind the bar, and comes my way, then she is very close, but she can't see me immediately, because I am squatting. But I am curious and want to see her, so I lift my head and peek over the edge of the bar. At the same time, after a few times, she looks over the edge too and we see each other. She has brown hair. That is the end of this dream or fragment, as far as I can remember.
3. Terra
There was a fragment which was sf, in which we needed to make contact with a big space ship. We were stationed on the planet, and our team of Earth was on the right and another, alien, team on the left. And we had some discussion about numbers and numeric systems. Especially about twos and threes, that these cannot be counted by all races, because the system they used made use of some kind of grid or diagram that broke down twos and threes in different coordinates. The result was that they did not know the number three but only approximations of it, yet they thought there system was superior.
At some point by the end when we had to signal to the mother ship who we were, they spelled the name of there planet, which I forgot, and we had to do the same thing, so I would have entered Earth, because I was not aware of any other name, but before I entered it, I spelled it Terra, which sounded a little more formal and right. But in the dream I saw the name of the other race, only I now forgot.
There was a whole sequence of sf dreams, but I could not memorize them.
4. Taiji Hands
Fragment. Taiji, stairs (?). Holiday (?), slow. Two hands? List was there.
5. Car Mechanics
Pake had just given class, place reminds me of Holland Park, in the least it is outside in a park, but still a complex place. Where we are was on high, and we had to climb with ropes to get down. Like a roof terrace. From there on I saw the different sections of the park. I had no time to explore them, but the wish to do that is in me, I look at those greens longingly, as if I know them from a different life, they are from Atlantic times. I know I will be able to sense many energies over there, but right now I am here.
I am sure Loli and Arve are here too, enjoying the sacredness of the place. Jere is there too. He talks about car mechanics, quite exhaustively. At that point, there are two groups, one on the left with Jere, and one on the right. And I switch between the two and try to understand the car mechanics.
In the end I also do something with dream recording, I take notes, coloured paper.
6. Five Rites Pending
(Hypnagogic dream)
We enter the church, this is for celebrating the wedding of D&S. I go sit in the front, first. Mother follows, rest is behind. On the right side of the centre. Some seated already, most still have to come, place reminds me of church of Abdij van Vlierbeek, and the atmosphere is full of light, whites.
When I sit down I take a moment time to check my facebook account, because it has been a long time and I have not had the time yet. Now, it says I have five rites pending, not notifications. This must be something new on facebook. And in effect, I check one, and it is a person who I don't know who organizes a rite and needs at least five people otherwise it will be canceled. Two comments by women. The person is a man. The date has already past. And there are automatic recommendations done by facebook. At leas three qualities are summed up, but I forgot.
Monday, 24 June 2013
Meerkat Invasion
1. Taiji
Practicing taiji in a group, inside, in a training hall, half dark, colours strong, not bright, but quality, pushing hands, all people close together as if there is no room, interior wood.
2. Tansy by a Stormy Night
Maybe the same dream.
At home, outside, in the garden. End of the world scenario. The weather is dark. My brothers and me are in the garden, at the side of the terrace, right side, maybe even at the neighbours. There is no longer a clear border between the two. Light and lucid.
We are in a hurry, parents are not home yet, but we try to save as much as we can. The situation is like that of an invasion, but what creatures invaded is uncertain, because it seems to be of animal kinds. And it is the animal kingdom that suffers most, we try to save animals, though only the small ones, all the big ones have been wiped out.
I can't remember exactly what happened, but we had to run for cover ourselves because we stayed to long outside, and all life outside and on the surface of the planet has already been exterminated. So my brothers and me are going towards the garage, which is open. We drag a big reed basket with us, which looks like a barrel. Cylinder shape. Open on top, although there is a lid. It is full of things we try to save, most of it dead, just the shells, and here and there very small creatures still alive, not really insects, can't describe it, maybe it is alien life. N carries it with him, he wants to protect this. We guard it with our lives. Their future depends on us.
Then, when we cross the grass, the garden, to the steps to get to the garage, suddenly a small, long, fox like animal crawls out of the ground, blond, long tail, and looks around and wants to attack. I know that if there is one then there are more, because they never come alone and they live in big groups, and they are all hiding underground. At this point they have to, because the surface is hostile. I think these creatures were the cause of the devastation.
I have my sword with me, taiji sword, but it is still packed in white linen. I feel for the right side of it, so that I don't grab it blindly by the blade, but by the handle, yet I'm not sure and wield it anyway, a little clumsy, like a club, and smash it bluntly on the creature, which moves quickly. The animal measures maybe 35 centimeters in length, the closest I know to it is a fox. Maybe the prairie kind, because of the colours, but shorter legs, crawls over the ground. The animal also reminds me of the meerkat. I keep smashing it, but it goes back underground. I fear more will come, and we hurry.
We get up the steps on the terrace and go to the garage, just in time, because it starts to rain and a strong wind starts to blow.
When we are inside, we place the box first at the opening of the garage and then further in, N carries it, to the door that leads inside. Meanwhile parents come home and drive the car in the garage. We see in the reed basket animal life, small creatures, not bigger than the upper part of my thumb, maybe like very big flees, jump out of the box, about a dozen. It gives me a sense of reassurance.
Then I don't know the chronology exactly anymore, but at some point my brothers go out again and to the front of the house. I follow. The wind blows hard, it gets darker because of the clouds, and it gets a little stormy.
We're on the street in front of the house and watch the spectacle. Something catches my eye immediately, there is a row of certain plants in the field, they have never been here before. And some place in the row is missing, as if someone walked through it or removed it, the row is long and covers the length of the street, but this missing part is only a few meters. I recognize the plant by its yellow flowers, it is tansy.
(More happened or more people were present but I can't remember, a girl present I think).
Now I look at the field proper and I see more rows of tansy planted in it, I don't know why this is and I think it is strange and probably linked with the events of extinction.
I remember a fragment, but it was inside, sitting at a table, other people around, some across of me, maybe this was in the kitchen, he stands up and asks me something, but I tell him I don't have an acre, I mean a field. I repeat that several times.
The wind is very strong.
Once inside, I roam about on my own, because the rest is still in the garage taking care of things I have no knowledge of. I go to the bathroom. Don't remember what happened there. But then I go to the veranda, I see it rain and see the window is open a little. I would like to go out and feel the rain on my skin. I don't know if that is a good idea and think about it a while. But it can't hurt and I go out in the rain. No one sees me, so no one can tell me off. I clearly see the terrace, it is the old one. So maybe it is a memory of very long ago, because the neighbour's house was not there either.
That is about where the dream ends.
3. Hunters
Pesl and Vidc. Can't remember context.
Practicing taiji in a group, inside, in a training hall, half dark, colours strong, not bright, but quality, pushing hands, all people close together as if there is no room, interior wood.
2. Tansy by a Stormy Night
Maybe the same dream.
At home, outside, in the garden. End of the world scenario. The weather is dark. My brothers and me are in the garden, at the side of the terrace, right side, maybe even at the neighbours. There is no longer a clear border between the two. Light and lucid.
We are in a hurry, parents are not home yet, but we try to save as much as we can. The situation is like that of an invasion, but what creatures invaded is uncertain, because it seems to be of animal kinds. And it is the animal kingdom that suffers most, we try to save animals, though only the small ones, all the big ones have been wiped out.
I can't remember exactly what happened, but we had to run for cover ourselves because we stayed to long outside, and all life outside and on the surface of the planet has already been exterminated. So my brothers and me are going towards the garage, which is open. We drag a big reed basket with us, which looks like a barrel. Cylinder shape. Open on top, although there is a lid. It is full of things we try to save, most of it dead, just the shells, and here and there very small creatures still alive, not really insects, can't describe it, maybe it is alien life. N carries it with him, he wants to protect this. We guard it with our lives. Their future depends on us.
Then, when we cross the grass, the garden, to the steps to get to the garage, suddenly a small, long, fox like animal crawls out of the ground, blond, long tail, and looks around and wants to attack. I know that if there is one then there are more, because they never come alone and they live in big groups, and they are all hiding underground. At this point they have to, because the surface is hostile. I think these creatures were the cause of the devastation.
I have my sword with me, taiji sword, but it is still packed in white linen. I feel for the right side of it, so that I don't grab it blindly by the blade, but by the handle, yet I'm not sure and wield it anyway, a little clumsy, like a club, and smash it bluntly on the creature, which moves quickly. The animal measures maybe 35 centimeters in length, the closest I know to it is a fox. Maybe the prairie kind, because of the colours, but shorter legs, crawls over the ground. The animal also reminds me of the meerkat. I keep smashing it, but it goes back underground. I fear more will come, and we hurry.
We get up the steps on the terrace and go to the garage, just in time, because it starts to rain and a strong wind starts to blow.
When we are inside, we place the box first at the opening of the garage and then further in, N carries it, to the door that leads inside. Meanwhile parents come home and drive the car in the garage. We see in the reed basket animal life, small creatures, not bigger than the upper part of my thumb, maybe like very big flees, jump out of the box, about a dozen. It gives me a sense of reassurance.
Then I don't know the chronology exactly anymore, but at some point my brothers go out again and to the front of the house. I follow. The wind blows hard, it gets darker because of the clouds, and it gets a little stormy.
We're on the street in front of the house and watch the spectacle. Something catches my eye immediately, there is a row of certain plants in the field, they have never been here before. And some place in the row is missing, as if someone walked through it or removed it, the row is long and covers the length of the street, but this missing part is only a few meters. I recognize the plant by its yellow flowers, it is tansy.
(More happened or more people were present but I can't remember, a girl present I think).
Now I look at the field proper and I see more rows of tansy planted in it, I don't know why this is and I think it is strange and probably linked with the events of extinction.
I remember a fragment, but it was inside, sitting at a table, other people around, some across of me, maybe this was in the kitchen, he stands up and asks me something, but I tell him I don't have an acre, I mean a field. I repeat that several times.
The wind is very strong.
Once inside, I roam about on my own, because the rest is still in the garage taking care of things I have no knowledge of. I go to the bathroom. Don't remember what happened there. But then I go to the veranda, I see it rain and see the window is open a little. I would like to go out and feel the rain on my skin. I don't know if that is a good idea and think about it a while. But it can't hurt and I go out in the rain. No one sees me, so no one can tell me off. I clearly see the terrace, it is the old one. So maybe it is a memory of very long ago, because the neighbour's house was not there either.
That is about where the dream ends.
3. Hunters
Pesl and Vidc. Can't remember context.
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.
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