1. Cat
Cat S was in my dream again, don't know which one exactly.
2. Cards
Light, room, brothers, table. we are playing cards. Diamonds are on the table everyone can follow, I am surprised. Three, four, seven and something else.
Darker, girl, playing cards. I lose to her, or not a she but actually my brother. She or he has saved many cards, in my opinion more than there are in the deck, whereas I had little choice of cards, which means I played well.
3. Cards in Bed
I am in a very clean bed. I like the touch of the clean sheets, I am on top of it. There are cards on the sheet. These are diamonds too 9 (koeken). Rather lucid dream.
4. Cat on Top of Sofa
I am in a house which is very complex, but the kitchen is the centre. Bale is there. There is food, but also dvd's which are the same at some point. I ask her something, she is very kind to explain.
Late she is on the sofa and I am in front of her. I lay a soft tablet on her and stroke it as if it is a cat, actuall it is the cat, only in a different shape. I don't know if this is right. I do it this way because this way I can touch and caress Bale. She is more or less asleep.
I asked the girl how old the cat was and guessed ten years, which is quite an age, but she said the cat is not that old yet.
5. Cycling Competition
Outside, light. Cycling competition. There is a girl there, who is my team mate.
There is also something about a ferry, possibly from Britain to the Continent.
I remember we all start down hill. At some point I am uphill and that is where I meet up with my team mate. She has a condition so that her left hand is tied or attached, fixed to the steer of the bike, she can't move that, it is difficult. We team up and make a u-turn to descend along the cobbled road which is also a hollow way. When we turn we have trouble because there are other competitors, they go different ways, but one also turns. So we take our turn to wide, but in the end it is not a problem and we go down hill. I use the breaks when necessary, but not often and I feel safe because I am not alone and I know the path.
Here, too, at the end there is something with food. Food exchange may have happened in a hangar or in the back of the ferry. I can't remember what foods there were.
Monday, 7 January 2013
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Saying Goodbye
1. Cat
Dream about S, the cat at Phpa's place. Maybe other cats.
2. Tomatoes
A whole bunch of tomatoes was on the table, much more than I usually have in the house. Maybe my kitchen at home, but there seemed to be more space and light. Other people, in the background and quiet. Maybe two dozen tomatoes. I take one to see what it is like, but this one is actually a bit ripe for me. It is soft in places and the skin gives way under pressure in places.
3. Church Train Building
We've been working together for a whole day, the train is cramped. It is a kind of underground train, only one wagon, that is because it is also a building. Only when the group disperses does it really move to another place, no one can get off before we arrive.
Anhe is there with his friends. We talk on the train, especially about the fact that we did not have the opportunity to talk during the day. This was mainly because of the rain that poured down continuously in the middle of the day. Yet the place is crowded and everyone is happy and excited. We are cramped together in this building, which looks like a church, which makes us a congregation. There are very large stained glass windows, dark, purple and blue. The place is really small, and full.
Would the sun have shine, people would have been outside and talk at leisure.
At some point in the train, moving, Anhe has to pay or return something. He has returned something, but got something else instead. I suppose it's books. The exchange is arranged with the cashier, there is not really a till here. I see what happens. He's got a voucher too. The prices of the items don't work out, neither does it with the voucher, which is only a ridiculously small amount, like one euro or a few cents. It appears that the new item costs him a few cents now, but he says I still got this voucher. Then the cashier works it out and says, no, with the voucher you still have to pay seventeen cent.
When we arrive, he gets off the train and we say our goodbyes. It is implied that we see each other soon enough, in about five weeks. There is a date already known.
Dream about S, the cat at Phpa's place. Maybe other cats.
2. Tomatoes
A whole bunch of tomatoes was on the table, much more than I usually have in the house. Maybe my kitchen at home, but there seemed to be more space and light. Other people, in the background and quiet. Maybe two dozen tomatoes. I take one to see what it is like, but this one is actually a bit ripe for me. It is soft in places and the skin gives way under pressure in places.
3. Church Train Building
We've been working together for a whole day, the train is cramped. It is a kind of underground train, only one wagon, that is because it is also a building. Only when the group disperses does it really move to another place, no one can get off before we arrive.
Anhe is there with his friends. We talk on the train, especially about the fact that we did not have the opportunity to talk during the day. This was mainly because of the rain that poured down continuously in the middle of the day. Yet the place is crowded and everyone is happy and excited. We are cramped together in this building, which looks like a church, which makes us a congregation. There are very large stained glass windows, dark, purple and blue. The place is really small, and full.
Would the sun have shine, people would have been outside and talk at leisure.
At some point in the train, moving, Anhe has to pay or return something. He has returned something, but got something else instead. I suppose it's books. The exchange is arranged with the cashier, there is not really a till here. I see what happens. He's got a voucher too. The prices of the items don't work out, neither does it with the voucher, which is only a ridiculously small amount, like one euro or a few cents. It appears that the new item costs him a few cents now, but he says I still got this voucher. Then the cashier works it out and says, no, with the voucher you still have to pay seventeen cent.
When we arrive, he gets off the train and we say our goodbyes. It is implied that we see each other soon enough, in about five weeks. There is a date already known.
Saturday, 5 January 2013
The Giant Rising
1. Giant Welling Up
Light, open space, everything seems small. People there. Confined space, like in meditation, visualisation.
At some point a being rises or wells up from the ground, outside of the circle, assumably from the north. It is immediately clear that it is a giant. It grows and grows larger and turns out to be a real giant. It comes towards us. I dont recall the rest.
2. People Advertising their Alternative Business
Living room of my parents. Many people there. Dream started elsewhere, but ends here, so this is after all the talks and stuff, which in the dream was outside or on the street. Forgot the details, maybe something with candy. Outside was dark, inside too. We are all in the sofa. Then from the steps in the corner five people in a row, mostly girls (palf), come down and advertise for their businesss, stuff like reiki, healing and so on, saying I am that good, if you want it here I am. The last one is Jere from taiji, he is rather nervous and his text is long. I follow all the ads on the internet as well, simultaneously, which is on my email. Big screen, everyone can watch. None of them was very impressive or convincing, but I listened anyway. Jere in particular was rather uncertain. His email was long but I did not read, there were lists in the text and lots of detailed explanations
Light, open space, everything seems small. People there. Confined space, like in meditation, visualisation.
At some point a being rises or wells up from the ground, outside of the circle, assumably from the north. It is immediately clear that it is a giant. It grows and grows larger and turns out to be a real giant. It comes towards us. I dont recall the rest.
2. People Advertising their Alternative Business
Living room of my parents. Many people there. Dream started elsewhere, but ends here, so this is after all the talks and stuff, which in the dream was outside or on the street. Forgot the details, maybe something with candy. Outside was dark, inside too. We are all in the sofa. Then from the steps in the corner five people in a row, mostly girls (palf), come down and advertise for their businesss, stuff like reiki, healing and so on, saying I am that good, if you want it here I am. The last one is Jere from taiji, he is rather nervous and his text is long. I follow all the ads on the internet as well, simultaneously, which is on my email. Big screen, everyone can watch. None of them was very impressive or convincing, but I listened anyway. Jere in particular was rather uncertain. His email was long but I did not read, there were lists in the text and lots of detailed explanations
Friday, 4 January 2013
Training Taiji with my Jacket on
1. Meeting with Brfr
I'm on my way from Leuven to my parent's place on my bicycle. I arrive in the street where I used to live. There was a young girl I was supposed to help, possibly Chdm. My brothers are there.
There is one house where everything happened, which is a house where I never entered in reality. I think we waited outside. A lot happened there, which I don't particularly remember, something with the neighbours. I think either Hafr or Brfr was there, or both, because I seem to remember Brfr came up to me from where she lived, which is further down the road, but closer to my parent's home. This resulted in all kinds of things that happened but I can't remember.
I believe there was something with an examination. Someone, or me, was standing there the whole time with the paper in his hands.
This was a long dream and the first of the night I remembered, but I can't recall it well.
2. ???
Other dreams were based on the same, because I tried to remember it all the time.
Bale was there, school.
Other place, much light.
3. ???
Parallel world, entered via the dream, which read like a book, but I was in it. Section after section. Junglebook, but my own personal version. Pictures.
4. Training Taiji with my Jacket on
(hypopompic)
Last dream but I had already wakened. Hall, Pake is there, he decided to teach the Leuven group, this is March or april. Tivd is there. Lots of people. All happens rather suddenly. So I still have my jacket on once we start going through the form. There's chairs and benches that are across the room, not tidy yet. So I move between these pieces of furniture. After a while that becomes difficult but I do it into the extreme. I take long steps and end in the corner of the training hall, which means that I suddenly have even less space. Joja is there too with the same problem. Of course, at this point, I start to worry what Pake is thinking about me.
Then, I undo my jacket at least, and try to move to a more spacious spot.
Afterward, we sit down. Pake in front of me, puts down his bag, or jacket or scarf, of all of it, but is is pink and fluffy.
Then, Fras is there too, in the room, and she suddenly cries out she found something, a correspondence between the kabbalistich tree of life and Norse myth, something with crossing her legs or feet. She says: I put my one foot there and my other there; as if that explains everything. (I immediately get this idea: one foot touches the other leg or knee to activate that side, which is either the male or female, which is either Muspelheim, or Niflheim).
5. Story Book World
(hypopompic dream)
I'm in the storybook again, trying to remember my dreams. There is a unicorn even. Erza Scarlet fighting a Scorpion, who is two person, a very red man's height scorpion and a man dressed in red with a red sword. I see other characters on other pages, such as Natsu. I suspect on the first pages it was just me. I think I was also trying to save someone. Girl probably. This was only an after dream.
Other stuff, like dreaming as if I am switching on my computer to record the dream, and the battery is only 25%, which is not true, because it is really 88. But these kinds of thoughts get me in the current of the storybook like dreamworld.
(25 minutes of writing)
I'm on my way from Leuven to my parent's place on my bicycle. I arrive in the street where I used to live. There was a young girl I was supposed to help, possibly Chdm. My brothers are there.
There is one house where everything happened, which is a house where I never entered in reality. I think we waited outside. A lot happened there, which I don't particularly remember, something with the neighbours. I think either Hafr or Brfr was there, or both, because I seem to remember Brfr came up to me from where she lived, which is further down the road, but closer to my parent's home. This resulted in all kinds of things that happened but I can't remember.
I believe there was something with an examination. Someone, or me, was standing there the whole time with the paper in his hands.
This was a long dream and the first of the night I remembered, but I can't recall it well.
2. ???
Other dreams were based on the same, because I tried to remember it all the time.
Bale was there, school.
Other place, much light.
3. ???
Parallel world, entered via the dream, which read like a book, but I was in it. Section after section. Junglebook, but my own personal version. Pictures.
4. Training Taiji with my Jacket on
(hypopompic)
Last dream but I had already wakened. Hall, Pake is there, he decided to teach the Leuven group, this is March or april. Tivd is there. Lots of people. All happens rather suddenly. So I still have my jacket on once we start going through the form. There's chairs and benches that are across the room, not tidy yet. So I move between these pieces of furniture. After a while that becomes difficult but I do it into the extreme. I take long steps and end in the corner of the training hall, which means that I suddenly have even less space. Joja is there too with the same problem. Of course, at this point, I start to worry what Pake is thinking about me.
Then, I undo my jacket at least, and try to move to a more spacious spot.
Afterward, we sit down. Pake in front of me, puts down his bag, or jacket or scarf, of all of it, but is is pink and fluffy.
Then, Fras is there too, in the room, and she suddenly cries out she found something, a correspondence between the kabbalistich tree of life and Norse myth, something with crossing her legs or feet. She says: I put my one foot there and my other there; as if that explains everything. (I immediately get this idea: one foot touches the other leg or knee to activate that side, which is either the male or female, which is either Muspelheim, or Niflheim).
5. Story Book World
(hypopompic dream)
I'm in the storybook again, trying to remember my dreams. There is a unicorn even. Erza Scarlet fighting a Scorpion, who is two person, a very red man's height scorpion and a man dressed in red with a red sword. I see other characters on other pages, such as Natsu. I suspect on the first pages it was just me. I think I was also trying to save someone. Girl probably. This was only an after dream.
Other stuff, like dreaming as if I am switching on my computer to record the dream, and the battery is only 25%, which is not true, because it is really 88. But these kinds of thoughts get me in the current of the storybook like dreamworld.
(25 minutes of writing)
Thursday, 3 January 2013
Tower Game Dragon
1. Drug Police
I am in Holland on a clear day. I come to a canal, there is a boat there. I take it to get transport. It is a police boat. They hunt for drugs. I think, this is good, because I'm looking for something similar to drugs, maybe herbs. We're speeding. We're going really fast, make waves in the water; we were going to my left, originally. Foam and big waves on the water.
We pass between camps or gardens on the water. This is a broad area of water, still canal, much organised, like gardens, but different. No doubt these are where they grow drugs. But the boat does not stop here, we continue, because they have no evidence, or because it makes no difference if they would.
We arrive somewhere, I get out. Down the stairs on the side, left bank, and stairs on the left. Reminds me of steps in a London tube station. When I come down to the floor, my uncle B is there. We greet as if we were expecting each other, which was not the case. Then there is a fellow with long blond hair, who reminds me of Alma of Holland, he keeps a bookshop. He starts to talk and is really excited. He says there is an exhibition this way and I see the door he points to, which is closed. But he can open it. We greet each other, I listen to him.
In the meanwhile, there is also a girl, or my uncle has changed into a woman, and she wants to go, so I have to choose between the two. She has short blond hair and is tall. She wants to meet Dabe, who waits for her till 16h30, and if she misses the appointment, they have to wait for a long time or maybe can't see each other anymore, so they have to hurry. I go with her.
2. ??? +Examination
+Possibly something with an exam paper. My father there. Garage of parental home. Also big hall, can't remember well, was a rather long dream though.
3. Game
I'm in the middle of a computer game. With other people. The day is bright.
There is a desert. A wasteland. In the centre is a safe haven where we all stay, but we are attacked by a large dragon all of a sudden and continuesly. We have a hard time defending ourselves. We can't defeat the dragon. Sometimes it goes away, but then it comes back. Black.
There is a weird sensation when it comes back, you can tell from afar off, and you can also see it on the screen. The island in the desert where we are safe is like a mountain.
At some point I am more like watching the screen, and I learn things about the dragon, but what keeps me busy is that there are two pop-ups on my screen that don't want to go away. Moreover, they move, and I want to keep them in place to get order. There is one that belongs in the left corner, but jumps to the middle again and again. So, every time I catch it with my mouse and drag it along while I can feel it resisting.
I see the stats of the dragon and it is explained that water cannot damage it, in fact, it does nothing to him. But we were not using water. Then I see what can do real damage, and that is gold. That is his real weak spot, greed. And I think, then, let's throw gold pieces to this beast. And I see our own inventory and get the idea of maybe trading our horse for gold and use that.
I never get to see what it would do to the dragon, but the solution was there.
4. Burda Classic
I'm alone in the room, which is like that of a castle, but it borders at the street and on the left is a common hallway and a glass door. This is a shop, my shop. At the window are the magazines I sell. Medieval stone building, quite stylish.
A young man enters, maybe has blond hair, he goes to the magazines, takes one, hesitates and goes away. I stop him, he does not give in. I take the magazine out of his hands, try to, but he keeps it fast. I argue he has to pay, it is only two euros and something. He refuses. It is clearly a matter of principle. Then I try harder. At least he hasn't got the chance yet to leave the room. The magazine he took is a Burda one, which is about knitting.
We start to fight. In fact, he attacks with his fist, I dodge, because I see it coming.
I am eager to fight back, but don't know if this is the right way, I do it anyway. Then he swings his fist again, I dodge again. I can't help but counterattack, even if this is the wrong way. I feel the presence of Pake, I don't know if he is really there, but he might be in the room, which makes me back off and makes me even more a pacifist. I'm handling this the wrong way, I know, fighting is wrong. He keeps going at me. I force taking the magazine and put it back. Eventually the boy goes away. I must restrain myself to keep fighting.
(28 minutes of writing)
I am in Holland on a clear day. I come to a canal, there is a boat there. I take it to get transport. It is a police boat. They hunt for drugs. I think, this is good, because I'm looking for something similar to drugs, maybe herbs. We're speeding. We're going really fast, make waves in the water; we were going to my left, originally. Foam and big waves on the water.
We pass between camps or gardens on the water. This is a broad area of water, still canal, much organised, like gardens, but different. No doubt these are where they grow drugs. But the boat does not stop here, we continue, because they have no evidence, or because it makes no difference if they would.
We arrive somewhere, I get out. Down the stairs on the side, left bank, and stairs on the left. Reminds me of steps in a London tube station. When I come down to the floor, my uncle B is there. We greet as if we were expecting each other, which was not the case. Then there is a fellow with long blond hair, who reminds me of Alma of Holland, he keeps a bookshop. He starts to talk and is really excited. He says there is an exhibition this way and I see the door he points to, which is closed. But he can open it. We greet each other, I listen to him.
In the meanwhile, there is also a girl, or my uncle has changed into a woman, and she wants to go, so I have to choose between the two. She has short blond hair and is tall. She wants to meet Dabe, who waits for her till 16h30, and if she misses the appointment, they have to wait for a long time or maybe can't see each other anymore, so they have to hurry. I go with her.
2. ??? +Examination
+Possibly something with an exam paper. My father there. Garage of parental home. Also big hall, can't remember well, was a rather long dream though.
3. Game
I'm in the middle of a computer game. With other people. The day is bright.
There is a desert. A wasteland. In the centre is a safe haven where we all stay, but we are attacked by a large dragon all of a sudden and continuesly. We have a hard time defending ourselves. We can't defeat the dragon. Sometimes it goes away, but then it comes back. Black.
There is a weird sensation when it comes back, you can tell from afar off, and you can also see it on the screen. The island in the desert where we are safe is like a mountain.
At some point I am more like watching the screen, and I learn things about the dragon, but what keeps me busy is that there are two pop-ups on my screen that don't want to go away. Moreover, they move, and I want to keep them in place to get order. There is one that belongs in the left corner, but jumps to the middle again and again. So, every time I catch it with my mouse and drag it along while I can feel it resisting.
I see the stats of the dragon and it is explained that water cannot damage it, in fact, it does nothing to him. But we were not using water. Then I see what can do real damage, and that is gold. That is his real weak spot, greed. And I think, then, let's throw gold pieces to this beast. And I see our own inventory and get the idea of maybe trading our horse for gold and use that.
I never get to see what it would do to the dragon, but the solution was there.
4. Burda Classic
I'm alone in the room, which is like that of a castle, but it borders at the street and on the left is a common hallway and a glass door. This is a shop, my shop. At the window are the magazines I sell. Medieval stone building, quite stylish.
A young man enters, maybe has blond hair, he goes to the magazines, takes one, hesitates and goes away. I stop him, he does not give in. I take the magazine out of his hands, try to, but he keeps it fast. I argue he has to pay, it is only two euros and something. He refuses. It is clearly a matter of principle. Then I try harder. At least he hasn't got the chance yet to leave the room. The magazine he took is a Burda one, which is about knitting.
We start to fight. In fact, he attacks with his fist, I dodge, because I see it coming.
I am eager to fight back, but don't know if this is the right way, I do it anyway. Then he swings his fist again, I dodge again. I can't help but counterattack, even if this is the wrong way. I feel the presence of Pake, I don't know if he is really there, but he might be in the room, which makes me back off and makes me even more a pacifist. I'm handling this the wrong way, I know, fighting is wrong. He keeps going at me. I force taking the magazine and put it back. Eventually the boy goes away. I must restrain myself to keep fighting.
(28 minutes of writing)
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
Ready for Badminton
1. Ready for Badminton
I'm late for badminton, it has been a long time. Everyone arrives at the same time, especially big group, this is because we did something together first. There was something with a castle, walk along the walls earlier. I remember the training hall, I'm on time, which is better than usual, but I don't go at once. I go somewhere else first.
I'm looking for the toilet. Don't see any. In a dark corner of the hall I enter from the side I find it. There's a girl, and she looks okay, blond hair, a bit confused, but it seems she is helped and guided by someone else, a lady, because she is somewhat retarded.
I go back.
2. Pause in a Tower Room
Light. Tower, we are in a room, there is something with Stco. Maybe badminton or roleplay. I have to deliver him something. There's other people in the room. Second floor. Paperwork.
3. Shop Cellar
On my way to work. Digr and Tama there.
I'm in the shop. My mother is there, on the background, and yet a very strong presence; there is a Chinese looking girl that eyes me. She looks very sexy, but I don't want her, besides I feel awkward to approach her. Then I see someone else go for someone, and I decide I can still make the best of it and try. So we make out. This all happens down below, in the cellar.
Afterward I make a meal for myself while I watch tv, it is early in the morning and I have to leave for work. I make two dishes of pasta with cream sauce and spinach. I hope I have enough spinach for everybody, I'm not used to cook for so many people.
Other scene in the desert, maybe because of the tv. A dead camel, skinned and boned, and the bones are colleted on half of the skin of the camel. Where the rest is, is a mystery.
I'm late for badminton, it has been a long time. Everyone arrives at the same time, especially big group, this is because we did something together first. There was something with a castle, walk along the walls earlier. I remember the training hall, I'm on time, which is better than usual, but I don't go at once. I go somewhere else first.
I'm looking for the toilet. Don't see any. In a dark corner of the hall I enter from the side I find it. There's a girl, and she looks okay, blond hair, a bit confused, but it seems she is helped and guided by someone else, a lady, because she is somewhat retarded.
I go back.
2. Pause in a Tower Room
Light. Tower, we are in a room, there is something with Stco. Maybe badminton or roleplay. I have to deliver him something. There's other people in the room. Second floor. Paperwork.
3. Shop Cellar
On my way to work. Digr and Tama there.
I'm in the shop. My mother is there, on the background, and yet a very strong presence; there is a Chinese looking girl that eyes me. She looks very sexy, but I don't want her, besides I feel awkward to approach her. Then I see someone else go for someone, and I decide I can still make the best of it and try. So we make out. This all happens down below, in the cellar.
Afterward I make a meal for myself while I watch tv, it is early in the morning and I have to leave for work. I make two dishes of pasta with cream sauce and spinach. I hope I have enough spinach for everybody, I'm not used to cook for so many people.
Other scene in the desert, maybe because of the tv. A dead camel, skinned and boned, and the bones are colleted on half of the skin of the camel. Where the rest is, is a mystery.
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
Orange Showers
1. Shower Toilet
The dream starts outside in the nigth, but we move inwards in a building, restroom, place to stop underway soon enough.
After a long trip with many friends, we are on our way home, but make one more stop underway to rest. At first there are lots of other people too, but then the place is deserted, and after a while I am totally alone in the complex.
I need to go to the toilet. I find two places. One is right in front of me, where there is lots of light and space, it is open, and part of the common room were everyone can see you. It is either middle in the night or still early in the morning, because the clean up crew is still there and taking breakfast, not exactly in the toilets, but at them, which is close enough to be seen when you would go have a pee.
The second set is further down the road where it is darker. This place is narrow, little place to manouver. But this would be good, were it not for the broken glass on the floor. I go here first, and go about in a big circle to avoid stepping in the glass. The toilets here are closed because of it. A sign says: the naked mirror is broken (de naaktspiegel is stuk). This is about some mirror, not a toilet, but that it because there are showers as well. And this is true for the first place, the toilet are showers.
I can't find a place in. So, I leave this second place. Then I see a young girl wrapped only in a blanket with her head coverede, but she has long long hair and she goes there and she is not bothered by the sign or the glass on the floor. I can see the glass and I don't want to step into it. But she goes anyway. I think by myself: if she can do this I can too. But I also want to meet this girl, because she looked so nice and attractive. So i start follow her to where I can't and I stop soon enough, because I know I'm not going to make it.
So I return from whence I came and just go at the first place. All the work men and women there are dressed in orange. They have a very crude, raw feel about them, as if they are not that bright. I know they will see me if I go, but I can't care. I see someone else go to the toilet first, so I know it can be done. And I sneak in behind the screens which separate them.
The toilets are all showers, and the are all next to each other without doors or walls. There are doors in front which are not used and separate the lot from the common room where the workers are sitting, but they can still see through, because of the gaps under the doors and between the doors, because there is no wall. This set of showers is positioned higher than the floor of the hall. The doors are orange too.
I enter from the side, which is the only way. I don't make a fuzz of which cabin I would use, because it really does not matter. So I am in the middle. And I see everyone. Still, I start peeing. I pee in the water, I realize that I am standing knee high in clear water. All the toilets are filled with it. I don't mind or try not to mind. At a certain point I bend through my knees and make a certain movement, because I want to move a bit to keep it going, but the effect is that I create heavy waves in the water in which I'm standing. And this attracts everyone's attention. They see it and laugh. I try not to be ashamed and continue, but I don't like it when they do.
Afterwards, I go back to the side, where I entered, and join my friends with whom I'm here. They sit together. They are both people I know well and people I barely know. We try to eat something or we start packing up for the next stretch home. Bale is on my right, she helps me.
I try to pack my bag, which is shared with other people, so we have to work together. I try one particular thing, but the bag changes into a bottle, and what I try to get in is the cork with the screw still on it. In the back of my head I am thinking, I must certainly also pack my book, I'll be needing it on my travels. At some point I get the cork in rather well, that's when I leave it as it is.
Then we are still in the same place, but outside now, on a grassy hill side. There are other travellers but no onlookers. And we talk about the way home. There is some discussion about the length of the stop, although I find meaningless, because we are ready to leave anyway. There is talk about driving still 300 kilometers and how long it will take us, but I know we will be home in time.
+ I know what I would be doing once I got home, which is to get some more sleep. I already planned. So I would listen to a certain tape and get some rest
(28 minutes of writing)
The dream starts outside in the nigth, but we move inwards in a building, restroom, place to stop underway soon enough.
After a long trip with many friends, we are on our way home, but make one more stop underway to rest. At first there are lots of other people too, but then the place is deserted, and after a while I am totally alone in the complex.
I need to go to the toilet. I find two places. One is right in front of me, where there is lots of light and space, it is open, and part of the common room were everyone can see you. It is either middle in the night or still early in the morning, because the clean up crew is still there and taking breakfast, not exactly in the toilets, but at them, which is close enough to be seen when you would go have a pee.
The second set is further down the road where it is darker. This place is narrow, little place to manouver. But this would be good, were it not for the broken glass on the floor. I go here first, and go about in a big circle to avoid stepping in the glass. The toilets here are closed because of it. A sign says: the naked mirror is broken (de naaktspiegel is stuk). This is about some mirror, not a toilet, but that it because there are showers as well. And this is true for the first place, the toilet are showers.
I can't find a place in. So, I leave this second place. Then I see a young girl wrapped only in a blanket with her head coverede, but she has long long hair and she goes there and she is not bothered by the sign or the glass on the floor. I can see the glass and I don't want to step into it. But she goes anyway. I think by myself: if she can do this I can too. But I also want to meet this girl, because she looked so nice and attractive. So i start follow her to where I can't and I stop soon enough, because I know I'm not going to make it.
So I return from whence I came and just go at the first place. All the work men and women there are dressed in orange. They have a very crude, raw feel about them, as if they are not that bright. I know they will see me if I go, but I can't care. I see someone else go to the toilet first, so I know it can be done. And I sneak in behind the screens which separate them.
The toilets are all showers, and the are all next to each other without doors or walls. There are doors in front which are not used and separate the lot from the common room where the workers are sitting, but they can still see through, because of the gaps under the doors and between the doors, because there is no wall. This set of showers is positioned higher than the floor of the hall. The doors are orange too.
I enter from the side, which is the only way. I don't make a fuzz of which cabin I would use, because it really does not matter. So I am in the middle. And I see everyone. Still, I start peeing. I pee in the water, I realize that I am standing knee high in clear water. All the toilets are filled with it. I don't mind or try not to mind. At a certain point I bend through my knees and make a certain movement, because I want to move a bit to keep it going, but the effect is that I create heavy waves in the water in which I'm standing. And this attracts everyone's attention. They see it and laugh. I try not to be ashamed and continue, but I don't like it when they do.
Afterwards, I go back to the side, where I entered, and join my friends with whom I'm here. They sit together. They are both people I know well and people I barely know. We try to eat something or we start packing up for the next stretch home. Bale is on my right, she helps me.
I try to pack my bag, which is shared with other people, so we have to work together. I try one particular thing, but the bag changes into a bottle, and what I try to get in is the cork with the screw still on it. In the back of my head I am thinking, I must certainly also pack my book, I'll be needing it on my travels. At some point I get the cork in rather well, that's when I leave it as it is.
Then we are still in the same place, but outside now, on a grassy hill side. There are other travellers but no onlookers. And we talk about the way home. There is some discussion about the length of the stop, although I find meaningless, because we are ready to leave anyway. There is talk about driving still 300 kilometers and how long it will take us, but I know we will be home in time.
+ I know what I would be doing once I got home, which is to get some more sleep. I already planned. So I would listen to a certain tape and get some rest
(28 minutes of writing)
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