Hectic Phone Call

1. Busy House

I'm home, only this house is not the house I live in in reality, but it is my home. It looks like a long garage, one big narrow open space. The end at the street is open, and also one big open space. You can hear the cars, and see them of course. The sun is out. I believe there is not even a roof on top of my house. And there is only this one floor. It has different sections though, and I am in the back of the house, which is the living room, or living area.

The phone rings. It is a lady who is a customer in the shop and I also know her from taiji, although I know she does not remember me. She used to be a teacher. She asks something I can't answer immediately.

Then, things become hectic. There is a lot of noise. Not just outside and overhead, but also from the neighbours. There is a door which connects my room with that of the neighbours. It is a very classic wooden door, painted white. There is a second call. Someone else who needs my attention. And the door opens and people bust into my house, while I'm on the phone. They're not the neighbours but deliverers. They carry heavy packages, maybe with food, and ask me where to put things. I don't know. Did I order this.

I tell the lady on the phone to wait, but she gets angry. I can't handle everything at once. The deliverers are with three or four. There is also the daughter of the neighbours, I know the girl, though I have forgotten her name. Artisty type, her mother is into esoteric stuff, she's the one who wrote something about Wodan.

When the door is open I can see what happens on the other side. There is much more light with them, more order. My home is a mess.

I get back to the phone and try to handle things. But at some point, there is so much noise, especially from outside, cars driving by, that I can't even hear her or myself.

That is where the dream ends.

Yet, I also remember going inside at the neighbour's place and I go to the back, up the stairs, and there is a floor which looks out over the whole house. I think I sit there with the rest of the family, those of my own age.

2. Hebrew Writing

I look at a paper, on a table. There is writing on it, maybe I've written this myself. Can't remember. There's other people here. Don't remember who. But, then, I add the last line to the writing and this in Hebrew, though the rest of the text is just Latin alphabet. Don't know why I do this. Must  be the bottom line. First I write two words, just to try, especially because it's been a long time since I tried Hebrew.

Maybe it is my father, on my right side, who challenges me. So I do this.

And then, of course from right to left, I right a whole sentence, but have to leave spaces for where the other two words were already. Now they seem to be part of the sentence. It must be angels names. Or something holy. The first two words were in smaller letters, so you can still see.

Phoenix Rising

1. Chased by a Tube in the Sea

Sun is out, bright sky. We're on a beach. I am alone, drifting along the beach in the water, following the coastline. I drift further and further away from my friends as I am chased by a plastic, transparent tube in the water. I stay in the sea, and this looks like a battle with the plastic tube. It comes after me and I try to hold it back and swim away again and again. The tube is really long.

The dream is very lucid.

2. Pastry and Phoenix

I follow my father. We are on holiday. The rest of the family is still behind. My father ahead, me in between. He enters a building for sightseeing. An old building, complex, medieval, but not in a known city; may even be off world, or in the States. Not Europe anyway. I have a feeling that this is the inner planes. When I go down the stone stairs I first enter the cafeteria. My father is already somewhere else. There are many levels to this building, and the rooms and patios are connected in a complex way. Nice atmosphere, many tourists. Relaxed.

In the cafe, I see food presented. There is one particular that is famous for this area. It is called Croust or something, and it is like a bun filled with something, like a pastry, but the dough looks very fine, like a very very big egg. Smooth shell, delicate. I hesitate. Then I see there is another room behind me which is probably the shop, but when I enter it is another place for food and there are other variants, smaller, of this crusty pastry. But I decide to take one of those anyway. That's when my father returns and we go together looking for the rest of the family.

We come out in a very different place which feels high above ground, either in a train or a space ship, but though it is a means of transport, maybe a bus, it seems to be stationary, though not on the ground but in the air. There are different compartments. But the cockpit is of course the most important bridge. There are benches to sit on in the other compartments. I sit down and start reading a comic of Suske and Wiske that I don't know and lies there. The story gets quite interesting and at some point near the end of the book I realize I must have missed something, since something has not been explained about a phoenix that suddenly appeared. So, without reading any further, I go back and track down the bit that I missed. When I do this, I find that missing piece but it happens to be a whole new world on its own and I get somehow lost in this. I get drawn in this story, but at least, now it is clear to me how the phoenix is to be called.

The phoenix is summoned by a flute I think, and it is not alone, but guided by some other fire creature of fable that I cannot identify. So the phoenix flies and does our bidding. I never get to know the end of the story.

The scene, however, changes to the cockpit and my brother N is there, as well as the rest of the family, but he appears to be the one who is able to summon the Phoenix. And there is someone else, a friend of his. This part too is very full of light, lucid. And N wants to show the power of calling forth the fire bird. And as he does so, I think he whistles, real fire appears, I don't remember the details because all goes to sudden, as in a flash, but I can see his hand burning, not really burning, but enveloped by fire, real fire, and a lot of it too. It seems that the friend still doesn't believe, maybe he turned away as my brother showed him. So I say, I'll show you, but I can't really, because it is not mine to command. I proceed anyway. I take any object that I see to guide the fire in, because I don't want to burn my hand, because I don't know what the fire will do with me as I call it forth when it is not mine. Still I am unsure if I can do this, so I brush my right hand slightly towards N's body, but I hesitate to touch him. I do this to get a connection with the magic. Apparently it is enough. The object I take from the table is a key. It is the key of the lock I use for my bicycle. And I hold it in my right hand, between my fingers. And I point it away from me and call the phoenix forth not knowing what will happen. And suddenly and instantly, there is a brief electric flash that issues from the key. It is only small but it happened and I say to this friend, see, have you seen it. Because however small, it was real enough.

That's where the dream ends.

3. Buying a Projector

For some reason I am in the house of Niru and Nela. At some point I realize this, and I see them too, we talk about former times, and about NLP. I say this is the first time I've been in your house. Niru is surprised, Nela knows. They don't show me all the rooms, but the living room is really big and spacious. 

I'm here to come and get something. It is possible that I left something here or that I want to buy something that is here. I am looking for a beamer in particular. A good one, small.

The entrance hall is dark and small but the living room is the opposite. But in the entrance hall I could find what I am looking for. I think my brother N is here too. With me.

Once we realize I am visiting them and this is their house, I want to leave, because I have no business with them, and I go out.

When I do, I enter the real shop. This is the electro shop where I got my notebook. But smaller and darker. People are there to help me. Everything is stacked on shelves and looks very cold and impersonal. I see what I need. But it is still to big. My brother addresses one of the shop keepers and he gives some explanations. Apparently, these machines are composite, and you can take off one part, but this one part is all I need and small enough for my convenience. I let them do and take a look at one of those beamers and take off the small bit myself. That should do it.

They're all black or dark. The two part system works like tablets and docking stations. You can detach the one part like you detach the battery of a laptop.

Unconventional Lesson

1. Taiji Sex

Taiji, classroom, Pake teaching. But unconventional. Paired up. Starting to help each other masturbate. Something with substitute cucumber. I said stop in time, but the boy kept going. Afterwards the teacher said, I paired you so that the girls had partners that fancied boys. Well, I ejaculated anyway, in the dream, and was ashamed, so I hid it with my underwear.
Also a bit outside where there were shops, possibly a promenade, the sun was out.

2. Age of the Lion

I was reading a piece of paper on which the ages of lions were set against humans. And they are thirty when we are seventy, so their life only begins when we are old. This was a great misunderstanding; also about dogs; so that dogs stay playful till they're thirteen and we think they're old, but in fact, only from then onwards do they mature, and they live at least another fifty years. But of course, in the animal world, time goes different, so they die sooner than us anyway.
The paper was red. I kept staring at it as of tantalized.

Chasing Fun

1. The Arrow of Love

(WET DREAM)

(LUCID DREAM)

[First dream of the night I remember. And quite clearly at that moment.]

Outside, place that looks like the Vismarkt in Leuven, but less space. Daylight. I and someone else, possibly Bale, a girl in any case, who seems to be much younger than me, are standing in the middle of the square. It feels like we are on top of cardboard boxes, but we are high up anyway, remote from everyone else. Yet I fear to be seen.

We are standing very close to each other. Almost touching. At some point I change my position slightly so that my leg touches hers, and this is very sensual. I sense the dream turns into a wet dream, but I stop it and concentrate on something else.

We are holding a bow together. And the bow is drawn. We aim and want to let the arrow fly. There will be a tremendous force when we release. But once I look at the surroundings to see where the arrow will land or hit, I can't settle my mind on one place, but it will either hit my mother who sits against the wall and stares at me, or I will hit a window and shatter it and draw attention, when I release the arrow. So I keep looking for a good spot, but don't find it. This looking is the lucid part.

2. Runic Attunement

Room set for the workshop. While we are all waiting, I suggest I can already to the runic attunement. So, I choose somebody in the room, who must represent Anhe. Fras is also there of course, as is Phpa. There is plenty of room. I single Anhe out and wait till everyone watches. Of course, it is a long time ago, and I don't remember everything correctly. I stand in front of him and draw Pertho, while I should be behind him. So I change position, and start again. Should I say a text and touch his shoulders. I'm just improvising. The room is light, with green in the colours.

3. Unprepared Badminton Court

I am at the badminton court, but I play on the wrong side. The one side is set up, but the second row of courts has not been prepared yet. I play there anyway, because I like it better there, even if there is no net there.

4. Opponent's Underground House

(LUCID)

Sunlight, parent's home, outside. On the other side of the road, where there is a ditch. Beyond that is a field. We're half in the ditch and half in the field. As a matter of fact, we have our house there. Who 'we' is, I don't know. But although the rooms are halfway underground there is a lot of light. 

We are first in one house and then in another, as if we invade this second one. There lives a girl there. It's time to leave. She is not pleased with our visit. She wants us out. She is still young. This second underground house is where the enemy lives. All I know is that we have to leave. She has to come with us, I think.

The dream was rather lucid with lots of light, and with a sense of haste.

5. New Taiji Training Hall

[Last dream I remember.]

We arrive at the Taiji training hall, as always. Carful. Lica leads the way. Because we're late, we can't get in the normal way, but she knows a back door. So, we follow. When we enter, we are not in the hall itself yet, but in a small, dark room with a strange shape. Trapezium. Purple.

There is another door through which we go and then enter the main hall. I notice that the room has indeed changed, and the shape looks rather odd. We come in at the far end. In reality there is no door in that corner. We cross about the whole room and find the others there.

Chairs are set and there is a bar. And people are waiting for someone to perform, maybe a musical. I go sit on a chair, like everybody else does, and wait, chat with whoever is there. Bale is on my left, somewhere behind me. Another person next to me, closer, with whom I talk a lot.

All of a sudden, Wivb arrives, he hopes he's not yet too late, and he joins us. Though, he goes behind the bar and starts serving. He clearly knows what's going to happen. 

While I talk with those two people with me, I am rather distracted by their tits. Bale's okay, because she's a woman, but the other one is a guy, and he has floppy tits as well. I brush them casually, almost automatically. Did I intend it or not, can't say, but it was on my mind. This was at the end of the conversation, I touch it anyway. [That's about where the dream ends.]

Books

1. The Dwarves

I started reading the book about the Dwarves of maybe about Orcs, by Markus Heitz. Light. Living room. I opened the first pages, and was immediately surprised by the colourful pictures in the book. The book was full of it. I had not expected it, but I liked it.

2. Sold Out

I asked my parent if they still had copies of my book, but they said they hadn't, so I ran out of stock.

3. White Cat

Light, colourful, inside. Few people, know them all in the dream. Table. Cats. At least two. One of them is mine, quite big and healthy, white with grey streaks. Looks very nice. At the end I realize that everyone's cat is a reflection of their own self.

Lift Off

1. Wind blows Bag

Outside, fields, want to go back home, this is back from Herent, but in the night and the wilderniss. Someone is with me, but in the end I am alone.

This may also be the dream where when I get back to civilized world, on the parking lot, I hold on to a plastic bag because there is a gust of wind, and it sweeps me off my feet, even so that I lift off the ground. I'm scared that I can't land again, so I tear one side, and I go down. My brothers are here, too.

2. Portraits on the Wall

I'm in a house, small. Indian people. Inside is a small room, there are pictures. The people are Jewish. Pictures of and by Csdo, who is Hungarian. All portraits. There are portraits of her sister as well. They look a bit like Lucy from Fairy Tail. She's is pretty. I am supposed to know her.

3. Lottery Ticket

In a shop, crowded and dark, many people. Customers gather to one table. There's lottery and other stuff there for free. People want a chance to win. I look around, because I'm unfamiliar with this practice. But I try anyway. I try three different kinds. The last one is with geometrical pictures and what I have on my ticket is exactly the same as on the example on the back of the card. Do I win? I'm not sure. I don't know how this particular kind works. I show it to others. They think I'm stupid. So, I keep it.

There were other kinds, that I didn't try and wanted to try also. Maybe astrology for example.

The pictures were a circle, two squares and another circle. They were in certain colours too, green, orange.

4. Naked Woman on the Sofa

Big empty room. Some people there, I know them all. Maybe Anle and Svdb and their children. There is Andh, who is half naked. Her husband is in another room, also half naked. But Andh comes sit with me and I wrap my arm around her. It feels very good. She feels nice, smooth and soft. I like it. She is only topless, still wearing pants. There seems to be some disagreement between the two, is why they behave like this.

In another part of the dream. It is Sovb, who was first Andh, and who is the daughter of Anle. She has paper with her. A notebook. Scrap. Squared. I take a look at the first three pages. I see maths. And I also see my name, it is my email. Among others.

Mongolian Shaman Mountain Lake

2. Bear and Eagle
(LUCID DREAM)

A boy comes home from school and lives in the mountains. He runs and carries a backpack. He is on one side of a lake. All is nature, woods, mountains. He does not hesitate to throw himself in the water and swim across the lake to get to the other side to the house where he lives. His little brother goes the long way around. The older brother climbs up the rocks and goes into the house.
The boy is big, actually a little too much weight, but also tall for his age.
In the middle of the lake he dives, and comes back with a bear in his hands. This will be his supper. it is a black bear. But immediately an eagle comes soaring down high speed and catches the bear and takes him out of the water. The boy catches the eagle without a blink and drags both animals entangled on shore, the right shore, while the house is on the left. The boy smashes the claws of the eagle while he holds the beak. Apparently, this is the way to tame the eagle. The bird is numbed and doesn't move again, while he was still on the bear though. Now, the boy has the head of the bear under his arm. Maybe it is the head of a panda.
The whole scene looks like a documentary film about wildlife in Mongolia. Clearly, the boy is Mongolian, he looks Asian.
This is the moment that I arrive in the valley, awed by nature. Somehow this reminds me of the Highlands, and Britain. I meet the people who live there in the house. I have travelled a long way. There is only this one family; the to boys and their mother, but the mother looks quite young and fragile. She has blond hair. This is all on the left side of the lake.
At some point she says that dinner is ready, and we follow her. This is in another house or building which is nearer to the entrance of the village. I start to follow, but I don't feel well. For some reason my bad tooth starts to hurt and I touch it and it has come loose. And I realize this must happen someday. So, I'm not too worried. But because of this I lag behind. The others are ahead and maybe sit at the table already. I am still outside, on my own. I pull on my tooth, I get the quarter out that was mended before, but the other part is loose too, but stuck, so I can't take. I'll just have to be careful when I eat.
Then, all my teeth seem to worsen. Bits and pieces and splinters. My mouth is full of it, and I am ashamed a little bit, and somewhat confused as what to do. I want to keep my teeth, but it is impossible. For once, I call for help, and I go to the lady and ask her what I can do about it, she says: throw them in the lake. And we go outside again. I spit out as much splinters of teeth that I can manage in my hand. The lady says that I should not throw it in the first part of the lake near the eating house, because that part is too narrow. And possibly too shallow, as I can see. But to throw it in the middle of the lake; so I go there and make my best throw. And I do this a second time with all the bits that are left in my mouth.
In the meanwhile another Rus has arrived he comes dine with us. He is a doctor, he watches what I'm doing, but does not interfere. The mother says to me, now you've cleared a stage of purification. I can see it on a coloured table when she says it, and almost can't believe it that the stage is that advanced. We both know, however, that more of this will happen still, but it will be the last times, and the aftermath; as if the main test has been taken now. On the table I am still in the beginner's part, but almost at the end there. Either stage seven, or stage four. But I don't know what they mean in relation to the coloured stages beyond. Where I am at is a group of four or seven stages in the beginning, they are all white, blue of colour. Beyond they are one colour per stage, not per group, and they are green and yellow for example. And orange.
So I enter the house. There are two parts, the larger part with the dining table. The two sons sit on the opposite side. The doctor on my side on the left. The mother is in the other room, which is the kitchen, and brings both the soup and the stew. I'm starving. And I start with the soup, but one of the sons begins with the  stew. He looks much older now. The stew is quite watery and there are potatoes in it. It is mutton stew. The mother sits on the side, on the right. She takes stew too. Apparently, I'm the only one taking soup first, but I want stew too, but because it is so watery, I can't combine it, so I have to finish my soup first.

3. Smudge

Another part of this dream is located home, where I live. Or maybe now it is England.
Firstly. I see the boy again. He is going to take a swim again, but this time across the length of the lake, and it is going to be his transport. As if it is a train. He dives and rolls sideways under the surface of the water. It is something he has just discovered he can do. He wanted to try, and tried it, and succeeded.
Now we're all up in a dark room somewhere high up in a building in a city. It is dark and people that I know in the dream have gathered here for the ritual. I enter a well. Then, the Mongolian boy comes in and leads the ritual. He sets all his ritual gear in place, and I have some of my own with me in my backpack, but at first I don't disturb him. The doctor is also here, on my right. We all sit on the floor.
The boy starts explaining. Him or the doctor says that we should do as the copy machine, I don't remember his exact words, but he referred to his sideway swim earlier. And I'm sure he means 'waves'. Of course, when he says copy machine, there is such a thing in the corner of the room.
Then he starts to burn herbs. He uses fresh herbs, and they look like a variant of sage. But it isn't really, it is just my interpretation. He has two other bowls with him. The last one is filled with stew, this time carrots cooked with spice. And we will share this among each other as part of the ritual.
About that time, I start to interfere and take out my mugwort smudge, wanting to burn it alongside his, in the same bowl, but at the same time I know it is not a good idea to blend both. So I just tell him what it is, saying, in the old days in Europe, and then I realize he is also European, but I continue, saying: they used mugwort, and I continue. But I can't remember what the second bowl was. But about the third bowl: that would probably have been bread. Possibly the second was drink, and would have been mead in a European setting. 
That's the end of the dream.