Wednesday 3 September
1.
At the place of H&B. Garden. At some point my teeth start to fall out. Those in the left lower corner. First only three. My first reaction is: Here we have it again. Then I go with the flow, and spit out even more teeth, that way, at least my mouth is clear. The teeth are big, almost like bullets. I spit the out on the grass. This happens toward the end of the dream.
Thursday 4 September
1.
I'm at the place where I teach taiji, and the adjacent shop. The place is very different, and I made a detour about the town to get there. I remember this route from long ago (in other dreams). The place is now long and small.
When I enter there are already people. The first part where I pass is like a shed or garage, empty, the floor is earthen. All is deserted and not cared for.
Then the garden, and then people. The place is for sale. I don't even know what I'm doing here.
When I go back, I go back with the people present, but I am still ahead. When I pass the shed again, this used to be the shop I think, then the lady with long hair and big glasses from the supermarket across where I work passes me, first two girls passed who also work there, but this lady tells me I should not bother those two girls, since they have three children and they are not free. I'm not ready to follow her advice, since I am thinking that if they ask me to contact them, then surely they are prepared to hear from me.
Later someone says the whole thing is for sale, costs a hundred euros, and the person almost expects me to buy it, but I don't take the bait immediately. I need to think over it. Is this what I want.
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Tuesday, 29 October 2013
Bus Incident
1. Weekend End and Bus Incident
First a scene in a shop like environment, differently oriented, and looks different, more in tune with nature, organic place almost, maybe even half outside, and close to a road on which other side is nature. I come at the counter and this is full with piles of books, most of these are currently needed, so I can't remove them. Also, someone else is in charge, and I only happen to be there and can be of help, so I help out but leave everything on the counter.
This other person is on the right.
Then a customer comes and I need one of these books, most are rather thin, a green one. These are part of a certain promotion, Cera. I understand why all these books are here.
This is the last of a weekend event in the shop (opendeurdagen). This is the next scene, which is outside, where all people are gathered for the different workshops, everyone is merry and preparing to say goodbyes and leave for home again. Sheds, like scout huts, natural environment. I organized this, but I seem to be the least important person, I don't mind. I go back home too. Then brighter light. The sheds are a little down of the road. Lisl is there. And when I start leaving she is too, and we pack our things together, then things become a little difficult, because my bicycle is on the right, but her car is on the left, across the street at the parking lot. And I am okay with going with her but I want to get my bike, but she sticks to me somehow and even suggests she can go by bike too, only she can only do this by going the other way still.
Lots of people here, time to go, end of weekend. I chat with Lisl, and she would like to come with me. I don't think this is very practical.
Because of this two directions thing we are threatened by being separated.
But somehow everyone ends up on the same bus, that is the easiest thing, no trouble with own transport, someone will do it for you and we can enjoy the drive. Is going the right direction. Big bus and full. I suppose I organized this too.
Then it becomes night, and we drive on the highway, it rains. At some point I see the bus drives past the exit we need to take, he drives a little more but then takes his opportunity to stop and turn, but this too will be rather complicated, because he can't reach that exit from here, even if he turns. But I think it is at least good he turns around.
Actually, the bus never gets turned, but goes to the right lane and exits there, rightaway, and we all get off, and people me included are confused, and carefully or frantically look for the right way to get home. This is some kind of hostel by the road. L shape. People walk stairs up and down and over the roof of the house and in the house, but they can't find their way. This looks desperate and I observe it while I am also a part of this.Outside is a stair and eventually we go up there thinking it will lead us back into the bus, but it ends nowhere, I even never get so far.
At the start of the dream maybe something about London.
2. Old Fashioned and Modern
Something about buying a comic of Lucky Luke, in the garage of parents, a customer, and I watch, and he comments to me that the original is better, but that these modern ones are consciously made more complicated because they think they must make a difference with the old ones and so on... But he would rather have had an old one.
3. New Set of Teeth
Fragment in which I have something at my teeth, lower half, and think I should replace them, but am uncertain. Then a woman, who reminds me of Chdr, shows her new teeth, also under, and they really stick out are of plastic or whatever, green and black, and really modern, almost futuristic, but she is happy, and that makes me more comfortable.
First a scene in a shop like environment, differently oriented, and looks different, more in tune with nature, organic place almost, maybe even half outside, and close to a road on which other side is nature. I come at the counter and this is full with piles of books, most of these are currently needed, so I can't remove them. Also, someone else is in charge, and I only happen to be there and can be of help, so I help out but leave everything on the counter.
This other person is on the right.
Then a customer comes and I need one of these books, most are rather thin, a green one. These are part of a certain promotion, Cera. I understand why all these books are here.
This is the last of a weekend event in the shop (opendeurdagen). This is the next scene, which is outside, where all people are gathered for the different workshops, everyone is merry and preparing to say goodbyes and leave for home again. Sheds, like scout huts, natural environment. I organized this, but I seem to be the least important person, I don't mind. I go back home too. Then brighter light. The sheds are a little down of the road. Lisl is there. And when I start leaving she is too, and we pack our things together, then things become a little difficult, because my bicycle is on the right, but her car is on the left, across the street at the parking lot. And I am okay with going with her but I want to get my bike, but she sticks to me somehow and even suggests she can go by bike too, only she can only do this by going the other way still.
Lots of people here, time to go, end of weekend. I chat with Lisl, and she would like to come with me. I don't think this is very practical.
Because of this two directions thing we are threatened by being separated.
But somehow everyone ends up on the same bus, that is the easiest thing, no trouble with own transport, someone will do it for you and we can enjoy the drive. Is going the right direction. Big bus and full. I suppose I organized this too.
Then it becomes night, and we drive on the highway, it rains. At some point I see the bus drives past the exit we need to take, he drives a little more but then takes his opportunity to stop and turn, but this too will be rather complicated, because he can't reach that exit from here, even if he turns. But I think it is at least good he turns around.
Actually, the bus never gets turned, but goes to the right lane and exits there, rightaway, and we all get off, and people me included are confused, and carefully or frantically look for the right way to get home. This is some kind of hostel by the road. L shape. People walk stairs up and down and over the roof of the house and in the house, but they can't find their way. This looks desperate and I observe it while I am also a part of this.Outside is a stair and eventually we go up there thinking it will lead us back into the bus, but it ends nowhere, I even never get so far.
At the start of the dream maybe something about London.
2. Old Fashioned and Modern
Something about buying a comic of Lucky Luke, in the garage of parents, a customer, and I watch, and he comments to me that the original is better, but that these modern ones are consciously made more complicated because they think they must make a difference with the old ones and so on... But he would rather have had an old one.
3. New Set of Teeth
Fragment in which I have something at my teeth, lower half, and think I should replace them, but am uncertain. Then a woman, who reminds me of Chdr, shows her new teeth, also under, and they really stick out are of plastic or whatever, green and black, and really modern, almost futuristic, but she is happy, and that makes me more comfortable.
Monday, 29 April 2013
Marry Me
1. Ice Tooth
I'm in Leuven.
There are comics, we are reading maybe two, one Jommeke and one Suske and Wiske. Both the latest issue. I look at the cover of the Jommeke comic. When I stare long enough, there seems to be a unicorrn on the cover. Horse with head to the left, a horn protruding.
(From notes). We are in a traffic situation, this is in Gent. Bgfr is here? Pub (Can't read).
I open a café. Possibly a square, something I work on and in the meanwhile I don't want to help the person who is working some distance away from me, maybe also in a pub, who needs help. Other people know and see but don't act because of me.
At some point I am at home, parents. The dream scene has shifted in the same dream, middle of the dream. My dad wants to show me something. Something of a computer game and Star Wars. There is this helm of Alien.
Then it happens, I think I am in the dining room and going to the kitchen, but from the point in the dream I am home, my tooth aches. Now it hurts even more badly, and I already see it coming that it will splinter. I am almost waiting for it to happen, because if it does, then something can and must be done about it, while if I have only pain there can be done nothing about it.
I touch my tooth, and at some point I take out two splinters from it, they are quite large, so I think, if that is going to be the deal I will have no tooth left in a short while. Also, the pieces look almost transparent, which means that the tooth is already dead anyway.
After that more comes loose and I take it out. After a while it becomes so much and the pieces that come off are so big that I can't hold them in my hand anymore. The size of dice. All almost transparent. As big as teeth as a matter of fact.
It keeps coming, and this is the moment when I tell my dad. That is about when the dream ends.
The pieces of teeth, because of their transparancy, look like ice cubes.
(very early dream)
2. Trapped in a Parallel World
I don't know where this dream starts, but somehow I get stuck in a parallel world, and it feels as if others did this willfully to me, with bad intentions as if to trap me here, but I don't think I am alone. Now the mission is to get back. I am constantly reminded of Don Juan's book.
We got here in the first place by a book. Or more correctly, my enrolling for joining a marathon.
The book we need to take back home with us.
I only remember a small fragment from inside he parallel world. Me and someone else are in a wood, on top of a hill and we want to get out of this. We have a car, so it will work, because it is a big car, possibly four wheel drive. We can't go deeper in the woods, which would be safer, because it is closed with fences and so on. And we have to go back to the street anyway to escape. The danger however is this that we are in the open out on the street, which means that bad people can see us.
There are radar like fences where the street begins, as if to fence off the wood, we drive up towards the border with the street, and of course in that moment we see a whole queue of card driving past us on the street, coming from the right all of them. Small cars, some red. They are people from this world and we really need to stay unseen.
The other person drives the car already to the side of the street, while I have to close the fences behind me, but I can't. They are too small to fit for the gap that we left, of they are too heavy to drag and so on. It doesn't fit. To leave no traces I should close it properly, but I can't care, and just want to get out of here.
I remember the part when I get back from this world. Me and another boy, by accident, followed an older man, who is adept in using the gates so to speak, and so we got out. He goes home, his house is on the border of the two worlds. He has a family living there, but they don't know this aspect of him. I am a boy myself in the dream, but I live alone in a house. Small street, like a peaceful living area a little out of town. We pass aside this person's house. It is dark because it is night, and we don't want to be seen by that guy, so that we can go safely home and not be bothered by him anymore. The other boy and me are not connected and we go each our separate ways.
That is, it seems he lives just across of me. His house is on a sort of hill, the lane goes upward, he rings the bell, and goes in. I hear him speak French with his mother. His parents are Japanese, but h does not speak the language. He is not French either, but it is the only language they have in common.
The fact that only the two of us got back means that everyone else involved in the incident is still trapped.
I want to go in my own house, but now I see this guy, who is a professional so to speak, drive his car, or maybe on foot, can't remember, but he comes our way, and knows exactly where we live. This means that he did see us when we sneaked passed him. That is no good.
He goes to the Japanese family and hands over to the boy a Japanese book. Then he turns to me and gives me an etui with pens and stuff. This object was mine to begin with, he only returns it. I feel very uncomfortable, because it displays his power. Also I think that these two object he might have turned them into tracking devices. He speaks English with the Japanese family. And when he hands over the etui, he makes it as if forgot this, but of course he did this all on purpose. That is where the dream ends.
Another fragment of this dream, though I can't remember where it fitted in, is this. I am finally home, but I am still afraid of everybody, and of the neighbours. Bale is here too. I feel as if everyone knows something bad about me, and I don't feel safe. (Can't read notes). Something with Ons Kookboek (So maybe it is not in the other dream?).
(early dream)
3. War Book
Unfamiliar town, that would be London or somewhere in England. Street, grey colours, house, big house, ground floor, looks a bit like a garage, one big space, light, though evening. The inside is rather chaotic, stuff lying about, but the room is divided in different sections by tables and so on, so there is some structure.
I am there, in a corner, sleepy. Other people are there, they are all making ready. We don't have much time left, for bad people will come for us. Everyone here is preparing for battle and flight. I am about the last to pack. A woman or girl is assisting me, I trust her and she is very gentle.
I try to pack some food too, for me that is the most important. There is also this one book that I carry with me. I think that is the main thing that we need to get in safety. The others are carrying books too, maybe ancient knowledge. Mine is an early version of Ons Kookboek.
I can't remember well what happened after that, but that is about when the dream starts.
4. The Girl that Wants to Marry Me
Maybe the same dream. Inside like in a school. I suppose this is where we have all gathered after escaping, a safe place. Other people are here too. Everyone assembles here too.
From some point onwards I am looking for one girl in particular, as if I know I will find her here. I don't want to show these feelings openly, but the others all know about it.
Before that was a fragment of dream in a building with three subsequent floors, one floor cascading in the other. Dark, and this place was still filled with the enemy, we should run. Can't remember well what happened here.
Then, later, tthe place that looks like a hallway with classrooms, but when we go a certain direction, we end up outside, lower level, with a small stroke of land to stand on and the other on which we can't stand, which is only a fresh tilled piece of earth, but we are not allowed to trod that.
Here people are cleaning up, especially my things. They are already busy with that when I arrive. Against the wall are shelves and a lot of my old notes, papers, syllabuses are stocked there, on the upper shelves, so none can reach, but they take it off and want to throw it away. I try to stop them and at least save what I might need in the future. All the notes I made when I was writing my book, I am now putting together, so that there is some order, and that only one pile remains, but in the meanwhile I am asking myself why I am doing this, because I know I want be using it in the future. Still there is some nostalgic about it and I want to keep it. There are many more maps, some with stories in them, I suppose. People are taking care of this while I am there.
This is about the point when someone from the other room, inside, comes to me and says a certain girl wants to marry me. I have been waiting for this. The girl that announces this to me thinks the thought is ridiculous, and whispers this in my ear, and she also says this girl will unconditionally marry me for only 100. I think she will say euro, which I think is far too much, because no price was arranged and I am not very willing to pay, but then she says frank, and that is cheap enough so I nod and look out for this girl, I will go inside. Still I am afraid that people will see me and discover. I know who she is. I know she is blond, long hair, and very young, and beautiful. And this is all true when I see her, and she smiles at me when I look at her from a distance. She is lovely. Friends are with her. Many look like Li, who is a colleague in the Diestsestraat. And when three people leave the classroomlike room, they all look like Li, and I try to see which one is the real one. The real one apparently has shaven her head, but still recognize her. The other which looks more like her is fat, and then there is a third. They must be some decoy, because the girl I was looking for is still inside.
When I keep hesitating, someone else tells me she is waiting for me and I should go in. There are many people, inside as well as outside. So someone really guides me in, and this is about where the dream ends. I go in and see her.
(morning dream)
I'm in Leuven.
There are comics, we are reading maybe two, one Jommeke and one Suske and Wiske. Both the latest issue. I look at the cover of the Jommeke comic. When I stare long enough, there seems to be a unicorrn on the cover. Horse with head to the left, a horn protruding.
(From notes). We are in a traffic situation, this is in Gent. Bgfr is here? Pub (Can't read).
I open a café. Possibly a square, something I work on and in the meanwhile I don't want to help the person who is working some distance away from me, maybe also in a pub, who needs help. Other people know and see but don't act because of me.
At some point I am at home, parents. The dream scene has shifted in the same dream, middle of the dream. My dad wants to show me something. Something of a computer game and Star Wars. There is this helm of Alien.
Then it happens, I think I am in the dining room and going to the kitchen, but from the point in the dream I am home, my tooth aches. Now it hurts even more badly, and I already see it coming that it will splinter. I am almost waiting for it to happen, because if it does, then something can and must be done about it, while if I have only pain there can be done nothing about it.
I touch my tooth, and at some point I take out two splinters from it, they are quite large, so I think, if that is going to be the deal I will have no tooth left in a short while. Also, the pieces look almost transparent, which means that the tooth is already dead anyway.
After that more comes loose and I take it out. After a while it becomes so much and the pieces that come off are so big that I can't hold them in my hand anymore. The size of dice. All almost transparent. As big as teeth as a matter of fact.
It keeps coming, and this is the moment when I tell my dad. That is about when the dream ends.
The pieces of teeth, because of their transparancy, look like ice cubes.
(very early dream)
2. Trapped in a Parallel World
I don't know where this dream starts, but somehow I get stuck in a parallel world, and it feels as if others did this willfully to me, with bad intentions as if to trap me here, but I don't think I am alone. Now the mission is to get back. I am constantly reminded of Don Juan's book.
We got here in the first place by a book. Or more correctly, my enrolling for joining a marathon.
The book we need to take back home with us.
I only remember a small fragment from inside he parallel world. Me and someone else are in a wood, on top of a hill and we want to get out of this. We have a car, so it will work, because it is a big car, possibly four wheel drive. We can't go deeper in the woods, which would be safer, because it is closed with fences and so on. And we have to go back to the street anyway to escape. The danger however is this that we are in the open out on the street, which means that bad people can see us.
There are radar like fences where the street begins, as if to fence off the wood, we drive up towards the border with the street, and of course in that moment we see a whole queue of card driving past us on the street, coming from the right all of them. Small cars, some red. They are people from this world and we really need to stay unseen.
The other person drives the car already to the side of the street, while I have to close the fences behind me, but I can't. They are too small to fit for the gap that we left, of they are too heavy to drag and so on. It doesn't fit. To leave no traces I should close it properly, but I can't care, and just want to get out of here.
I remember the part when I get back from this world. Me and another boy, by accident, followed an older man, who is adept in using the gates so to speak, and so we got out. He goes home, his house is on the border of the two worlds. He has a family living there, but they don't know this aspect of him. I am a boy myself in the dream, but I live alone in a house. Small street, like a peaceful living area a little out of town. We pass aside this person's house. It is dark because it is night, and we don't want to be seen by that guy, so that we can go safely home and not be bothered by him anymore. The other boy and me are not connected and we go each our separate ways.
That is, it seems he lives just across of me. His house is on a sort of hill, the lane goes upward, he rings the bell, and goes in. I hear him speak French with his mother. His parents are Japanese, but h does not speak the language. He is not French either, but it is the only language they have in common.
The fact that only the two of us got back means that everyone else involved in the incident is still trapped.
I want to go in my own house, but now I see this guy, who is a professional so to speak, drive his car, or maybe on foot, can't remember, but he comes our way, and knows exactly where we live. This means that he did see us when we sneaked passed him. That is no good.
He goes to the Japanese family and hands over to the boy a Japanese book. Then he turns to me and gives me an etui with pens and stuff. This object was mine to begin with, he only returns it. I feel very uncomfortable, because it displays his power. Also I think that these two object he might have turned them into tracking devices. He speaks English with the Japanese family. And when he hands over the etui, he makes it as if forgot this, but of course he did this all on purpose. That is where the dream ends.
Another fragment of this dream, though I can't remember where it fitted in, is this. I am finally home, but I am still afraid of everybody, and of the neighbours. Bale is here too. I feel as if everyone knows something bad about me, and I don't feel safe. (Can't read notes). Something with Ons Kookboek (So maybe it is not in the other dream?).
(early dream)
3. War Book
Unfamiliar town, that would be London or somewhere in England. Street, grey colours, house, big house, ground floor, looks a bit like a garage, one big space, light, though evening. The inside is rather chaotic, stuff lying about, but the room is divided in different sections by tables and so on, so there is some structure.
I am there, in a corner, sleepy. Other people are there, they are all making ready. We don't have much time left, for bad people will come for us. Everyone here is preparing for battle and flight. I am about the last to pack. A woman or girl is assisting me, I trust her and she is very gentle.
I try to pack some food too, for me that is the most important. There is also this one book that I carry with me. I think that is the main thing that we need to get in safety. The others are carrying books too, maybe ancient knowledge. Mine is an early version of Ons Kookboek.
I can't remember well what happened after that, but that is about when the dream starts.
4. The Girl that Wants to Marry Me
Maybe the same dream. Inside like in a school. I suppose this is where we have all gathered after escaping, a safe place. Other people are here too. Everyone assembles here too.
From some point onwards I am looking for one girl in particular, as if I know I will find her here. I don't want to show these feelings openly, but the others all know about it.
Before that was a fragment of dream in a building with three subsequent floors, one floor cascading in the other. Dark, and this place was still filled with the enemy, we should run. Can't remember well what happened here.
Then, later, tthe place that looks like a hallway with classrooms, but when we go a certain direction, we end up outside, lower level, with a small stroke of land to stand on and the other on which we can't stand, which is only a fresh tilled piece of earth, but we are not allowed to trod that.
Here people are cleaning up, especially my things. They are already busy with that when I arrive. Against the wall are shelves and a lot of my old notes, papers, syllabuses are stocked there, on the upper shelves, so none can reach, but they take it off and want to throw it away. I try to stop them and at least save what I might need in the future. All the notes I made when I was writing my book, I am now putting together, so that there is some order, and that only one pile remains, but in the meanwhile I am asking myself why I am doing this, because I know I want be using it in the future. Still there is some nostalgic about it and I want to keep it. There are many more maps, some with stories in them, I suppose. People are taking care of this while I am there.
This is about the point when someone from the other room, inside, comes to me and says a certain girl wants to marry me. I have been waiting for this. The girl that announces this to me thinks the thought is ridiculous, and whispers this in my ear, and she also says this girl will unconditionally marry me for only 100. I think she will say euro, which I think is far too much, because no price was arranged and I am not very willing to pay, but then she says frank, and that is cheap enough so I nod and look out for this girl, I will go inside. Still I am afraid that people will see me and discover. I know who she is. I know she is blond, long hair, and very young, and beautiful. And this is all true when I see her, and she smiles at me when I look at her from a distance. She is lovely. Friends are with her. Many look like Li, who is a colleague in the Diestsestraat. And when three people leave the classroomlike room, they all look like Li, and I try to see which one is the real one. The real one apparently has shaven her head, but still recognize her. The other which looks more like her is fat, and then there is a third. They must be some decoy, because the girl I was looking for is still inside.
When I keep hesitating, someone else tells me she is waiting for me and I should go in. There are many people, inside as well as outside. So someone really guides me in, and this is about where the dream ends. I go in and see her.
(morning dream)
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