Lizard Attack

1. The Long Hunt

I am in a building, a bit lost and ready to go home. Maybe this was a railway station before. Maybe I was here to attend talks or seminars.

The building is a complex of rooms, built on a hill, in a secluded landscape. The rooms are all large and rectangular. They look sterile, but clean. Modern. Because it is dark, they have a purple shine.

I go one way because I want to head home. I enter an empty room and see the landscape out of the window. But in front of me is also a door. A girl enters the room behind me and warns me. From now on I know I must run, hide, get away. She tells me they are here, or we have to leave quickly because they're coming. She is very agitated, and I know she is right, because I have the same feeling. I have to run. As a matter of fact, no-one is safe.

We go for the small door on the right that is almost invisible. At least, I try. But she shakes her head. Not that door. Why not? It only leads outside. So, I open the door, and she is right, I see the woods. But before she spoke, there was still a room behind it. Something like a room that is behind the scenes. It is there but no-one knows about it. There are more places like that in the building, and I feel I know them. But because she said we can't go that way, we have to go back.

Now, leaving the room, we don't go back in another big room, but rather in small passageways. They are quite crampy, they don't leave much space to move or maneuver. She has gone ahead and I am alone again. When I left the room I actually passed a part of the threat. In the room was a space squared off and two dinosaur beings were standing there, but rather still, so I was not afraid of them. They are small dinosaurs, the kind that eat the eggs. But not a kind that I know.

I must have gone outside anyway, and possibly through the big window, because there I faced more active dinosaurs. Again a pair. Same size, which is bigger than a human, but not so big as to be impressed. Not as big as what you imagine. This is outdoors next to the window. They are dangerous. They open their back fans, like a peacock would. This looks quite impressive and I don't want to hang around any more, so I go back inside and try to find my way through the small corridors. They are short too, these corridors. I pass the silent pair of dinosaurs again, not afraid. But once I leave this one room, I hear and sense the tumult coming from the rest of the building. Obviously, we are under attack by dinosaurs. We are overrun, outside it must be teeming.

I suddenly realize that this is not the dvd that I rented. I rented the film Prometheus and thought about watching, but now it seems I am in the film, but it is not the right one. I'm not happy about it, but I go along with it, thinking that things might get interesting anyway. So, now this seems like a scene from a film, but it is real enough too.

Once in the corridors I am cornered. I realize I can't go anywhere. They're everywhere. Wherever I go, the dinosaurs are there. On the far right end of the small corridor is a door or window leading outside. I want to go there, but either a dinosaur comes in or comes after me. First I try to run, but it is utterly useless and I try to remain stoic. The beast comes and eats my head. It devours me. Before I had already seen other people being eaten by them. There's no escape. So, the dinosaur takes my head. It actually reminds me of someone who sucks my cock.

2. Gestapo Quarters

Once we are outside, we are still running. First we hit the woods, then the plains, running downhill, and finally we arrive at the headquarters of the German army. They are enemies. But of course, in this world, now, there are only enemies. This building too is a complex isolated in the landscape.

We try to hide and make the best of it. But we go inside and are eventually found.

The inside of the building is rather crowded. Actually, there are lots of innocent people. They are prisoners. They have nowhere else to go and have given up hope, goaded by the policemen, because that is what the German looking people look like. We get tangled up in this bunch and these German war officers see us and go after us.

We still manage to run, but only barely, as long as we are in the quarters, there's no hope. We get split up in the chaos. There are eight or nine of us. At the end of a hallway we have to decide, because all these officers are after us. On our right we see a chance to escape. There is an outside building which looks like a glasshouse but it is rather the opposite, we notice. It is a giant fridge, a cooler, to store things, possibly food, rations. One of us gets left behind, because she moves the other way. Maybe that's a good thing, because they will be following all of us. There is a short space between the building and the cooler which is outside, then we are inside again. We go in this cooler, because we saw an officer going into it, so we thought it safe, and not a place that they would easily search, which is true, but with them on our heels, it is more difficult.

So, we go in, it is cold. It is very small, long, cramped. Immediately I know we are trapped. Like rats. There's no way out. They can close this thing and we freeze to death. And that is exactly what happens. But we run to the end.

There is no escape.

In this giant cooler we wait a long time but at some point we get out, possibly by an explosion. Someone of us must have set it off. I don't know for sure, but we are outside. In the night. Now we still have to be careful, because they immediately notice we are gone and go after us again. So we don't have a much time.

Our group leaves in the night, first hiding behind buildings, but soon enough not anymore, it makes no sense. We took food with us from the fridge. Most of it is cold and raw, only a small portion is already cooked. We take it with us in two bowls, so two different people carry it along. Once on our way we start eating, trying if it is okay. It is like a lamb curry with yoghurt, but the meat is raw. Or it is chicken, and this is cooked.

We run uphill, the way we came. But we know, that on top and beyond the border, there is light and we are safe. The police or the officers are behind us. We are very anxious to make way. And we press on.

The last piece of landscape is more steep, but safety comes in sight and there is already more light here. There are bushes, and a gravel path that other people must have used before to get away. We crawl through the shrubs and find our way. Behind the plants, trees and shrubs they can't see is so well. A feeling of safety comes over me, but we are not there yet. This is still enemy land.

While we climb upward, the road becomes steeper. But more light, I can see things more clearly. The pathway is very small, narrow, and full of thorn bushes, too. No matter, we go on. I am the last one of the group. Two people are in front of me. I am thinking, this is our New Path. And somehow I link it with the New Testament. I finally get the real meaning of the New Testament. It is about freedom regained, a new chance, a path leading away from the old and hostile and toward home, a new world, promising.

3. Safe House

Finally we are in town, which is on a larger hill, top, and sloping streets. House is on the corner. This is civilization, like a real town with light, roads, concrete, houses, no apparent nature. Our house is at the corner, topmost. We enter. We are finally home. We celebrate.

First we get together and sit in seats, next to us is a veranda. The sun shines but it is still cold. And I imagine we are still afraid to be seen outside. Danger is not over yet.

Next, we are in the living room, lounge, chilling. I lie down in the sofa. On my left sits someone. In other seats on my right sit two other people. I am happy to relax. All the others seem more fit than me, and seem to know more than me too.

I get a present, this is the reward for going through the ordeal, they give it to me, the person to my left knows about it at least. And I immediately know, it is a cat and I sense and hear it behind me, and then it comes in front of me and it has a beige colour, but it is a dog. Not a big dog, but the animal is bigger than a cat, with a long snout. I like it. It looks very feminine. Short hair, yellowish. Don't know the kind. It seems pleased with me, or at least allows me to touch it, and it crawls on top of me, on my chest. This feels very good, comforting. Carefree.

4. Wooden Tooth

Earlier dream. I was talking to someone and I noticed one of my teeth was loose. And it felt like there was a piece of wood or a wedge of some kind was in it. I tested it with my tongue, but I just let it be.

Quick Initiation

Friday 9 November 2012

1. Initiation in the Northern Tradition

We were all in a hall, one corner of it, really. This part was higher than the rest of the room. Bunched together, a jolly lot. Listening to Fras, who was there. Then, she was going to give or demonstrate an initiation. Someone volunteered, I didn't like him, but watched anyway. Fras told him to open his hands. Palms facing up, but cupped together, so they touch. I had to correct him. Gebo and Sowulo were used (see other dream, what's written there belongs here).

The rite is quite short and really looks like reiki, only more simple. I and someone else receive as well. Room is dark. Sometimes a more lucid moment, this is when the symbols appear, or the hands are focused.

Snow on the Internet

1. Snow

A dream of snow, lots of snow.

I see outside a road with metres of snow, which has to be cleared.

At some point I am inside. In a spacious building, which looks like my parental home, living room. Light. Computer. I am on the Internet. Someone on the net asks me what the weather is like. Funny thing is, she wants to know the forecast of where she lives, which is in the mountains in Switzerland. I tell her. I read the forecast, also in the original language, which is German. And I can tell she's scared, she doesn't like snow. So, I comfort her afterward, with a line of my own, saying it is only a little bit of snow that will drop.

2. Hekas Hekas

We were comparing scripts of a ritual, or studying this, and I was reading the other person's notes on the opening, which starts with hekas hekas, and I see that it is completely different than how I do it. I sense that it is more Crowley style. I see lots of s's, like s s s s s. In combination with vowels too, su su su su su. Line after line in this manner. I find it very funny, but am interested in this approach which is new to me.

On these notes I also see the visualization, which is in runes, especially, sowulo and gebo, but also combinations of both, which either look like swastika's or like a bindrune of sowulo and eihwaz.

Band Playing

1. Beggars Sleeping in the Dirt

Weird dream half outside, half inside. Buildings stacked upon each other. One side faced town, the other the open.

At some point I entered a more private enclosure where I had been before. Old people were lying on the ground. On the grass, under a tree, and so on. Scattered about. Alone and yet together. Only when I came closer did I see they were old. Not just that. They looked like beggars sleeping in the dirt. I came in anyway. However, I was a little scared by them, maybe they have diseases. Maybe they stink. On my left must have been a ditch. I felt a little uncomfortable.

Earlier or later I went inside too, the house or rooms led from one world to another. There were many people there. Stairs. One room was really full, ruddy shine. Party people. Felt good actually. People I could associated with. Went about the roofs as well. Behind were streets. Sloping. Colours. Joyful. Carefree.

(Maybe these are two separate dreams?)

Shooting Star

2 November 2012

1. Shooting Star

Square in a building, I watch the sky. College building. Main entrance to my left. Night. I look at the stars. There are two in particular I see. One of them falls. This must be a meteorite. Falls down right to where I am. I keep watching it. Just in the last moment, I step aside to my left and the rock falls next to me in the sand. Sand is like in the desert, but more grey, because of the dark. I kneel and want to take it. Someone stands beside me, too, and sees everything happening. But I think it is too hot to touch, so I leave it. Instead, I cover it with sand, so that it can cool. And maybe also to hide it, so no-one else sees it. I stand there, I want to collect the rock later. 

2. Walk in the Woods

Fields and meadows, strange village, rather small. We are in Limburg, I am alone, rather. I find myself on an asphalted street, I meet scouts people, still young people. They come along or I join them. The road is blocked, yet we drive through it anyway. Car. This must be the forbidden parts of the village.

Village changes again into a more rural area. I meet young people again. Walking this time. There is one girl in particular among them that I like and I get closer to her. Some time later I put my arm around her, I like it, it is exactly what she wants. After we leave the fields behind. We cross a road, and beyond that is a forest. But dark and big. Hollow paths. Looks kind of threatening, I go in anyway, instead of taking the road, which would have been easier. When we enter the forest I think it is just the two of us.

There's lots of people there, all kind of rough. Bit scary, heavy metal people. Seems like they're doing a festival in the woods. I continue anyway, take her with me. Crossroads, I see someone ahead with heads holding in his hand and maybe an axe. This is not a safe place. I turn right. The walls of the path are much higher now. Pathway slopes up. More difficult. I don't want to continue anymore, but want to go straight back to the road. It is a bit late for that now. So I climb the wall, which is very difficult. Almost vertical. I put my hands in the dirt and plunge my feet in the dirt and in that way I have some hold on to the wall to climb up, but it is really hard.

3. Chinese Name

I ask my father about our Chinese names. Seems that cousin Pa has one as well. Close up, light. Seems like my father was there when our grandfather determined the names.

4. Sail Away

Out of town, but in a park of some kind. Museum about Vikings, shop as well, have been in the shop. At some point, I want to leave, and there is a pond and a river or canal stretching away from it. The pond is still within the walls or domain of the museum, the canal is not, is public. It is difficult to get about, but I get a small one eventually. I also consider buying something in the shop to help sailing, maybe sails or oars. I leave without. After I leave the pond and enter the canal, everything goes rather smooth. Town reminds me of Roskilde. Halfway through I reconsider and think I want to buy that thing to help me sail anyway. So I suddenly leave the water, haul the boat onto the side, where there is a walkway. The river banks are quite high. I manage anyway. I hope no-one will steal the boat while I'm gone. I rush back to the shop. Running.

When I get to the shop, the thing I want is sold out. I knew it was the only left. So I buy something else, because anything can help. It is two small things, maybe boosters of some kind. It is for the boat at least. I hold it in my hands.

But there is another shop, bigger, further down, I go there, too. I see a girl I know. She comes and sits with me, so I lay my arm around her waist and maybe press her towards me.

Politician wants Voucher

1 November 2012

1.Voucher

Dreamed about Badw, politician. This was in the shop, bookshop, light, he was there, wanted a voucher. I tried but didn't manage. He wanted an invoice, too.

Children

1. Signing Book

Big training hall. Pake wants to buy my book and has positive comments about it, says you can feel the energy of the runes when you read about them. I sign the book for him, but on a page that is not the page I usually use. Not actually a page that is in the book.

There is more people there. Lots of space. Dim light. Table. I start writing the dedication. Next to the exit door.

2. A New Generation of Children

Space between houses which may also be inside. Colours, light. I have a wife of family, or at least a partner. There are children. Something is wrong, this is the second generation of children already. The first batch was more of an experiment.

Something with aliens, too. Not clear.

I take my woman inside one of the houses and start to undress her. Then people run about outside, looking for her. I tell her she can go if she has to tend to work. It was getting serious though.

Something with reparations on the roof, too. Night, stars?