Heart Surgery

1. The Promised Kiss

Again a dream about fighting and running away.

Night. We are a limited group of people and we separate ourselves from the rest to protect ourselves.

It seems I can't remember the beginning of the dream, but when it is night, we go to sleep, huddled together, because there is no room for anything else. It is dark and we are in the last room of a corridor, small and narrow, the room is small too, with a low table in the middle. We sit on the right.

Inro is there. She is okay with me sleeping next to her, we both know that is the only way to survive, and it feels like this is the rule. She is on my right. We half sit half lie down. So close. And I also close my eyes to sleep, but I feel her face is very close to me. I don't think I can sleep like this. Being so close makes me a little nervous, even if it is everything I want.

So after these feelings of doubt I start to think I should look for her lips and kiss. There is no harm in it, she is so close that if I move in the wrong direction a little I might just hit upon her lips by incident. And I think: I want this even if she is married. And I slowly turn my face to her and she is turned to me, and our eyes are still half closed, but I see her mouth, and our lips touch and we kiss, and she kisses me back and there is a sort of relief when we do this as if a long promise has been made true.

After that tender moment she takes more of the control and we also make love. Even if in the dark I can barely see her. There is not the usual arousement of sexual activity, but it is satisfying.

In the morning I am already at the breakfast table, which is also a low table, but at the other end of the corridor. Now it is light. Other people are about who are waking up. When I see Inro getting up when she is awake, I see her smile in remembrance of the night before, and it makes me completely happy.

Then follows something cryptic with numbers and coat of arms, that has to do with the fighting. Three shields, then two then one, in that order to be defeated, and the colours are green, blue and white respectively, I forgot the designs, though the green ones might have had castles painted on them. Or a row of first two shields, then another two and then one.

Time to escape. I'm gone as one of the first people. List is here too, she is happy, reflecting the mood between me and Inro. List was at the breakfast table. Inro comes a long time after.

Somewhere in the morning we had some kind of emergency for saving our dear ones after the fight and we thought operating would be a good idea, but it is a secret technique and no one knows how to do it. I wanted to have it done on my heart too. It is an operation directly on the heart. When I am dreaming this I feel the beat of my physical heart in my chest.

In the morning someone who knows more of this happens to be there and explains it is not a good idea, because the arteries are directly involved. The instrument that is implanted will become a part of your body, but it will mean a vulnerability too. I can see a picture of what he means. Two electric wires are wound around two arteries connected with the heart, and another something is attached on these. Can you trust technology? For some it might just be the only solution. But the man claims it is a dangerous operation. Something something, I conclude I will wait having the operation after the marriage.

Also this fragment. When I was at the breakfast table and List was there, she gave me pancakes to eat. They were hard and sweet, like honey biscuits of a sort.

2. Zombie Prison

Eating soup or making it. Roaming about aimlessly, then fleeing trying to escape and cornered in a hall, me and many others, who can't go anywhere else. This was all a trap. Light. Where we come from is from the roof of a building, we are hunted down from there.

We are trapped in this hall, which is one big space and people are already here but they side with the enemy, though not necessarily from own will, but they are like zombies and have no free will anymore. First there are only a few, then more and more. All enter through the same set of doors.

At first when I arrived here I thought I was safe because I was almost alone. Now it is crowded and there are more zombies then normal people, and a few real enemies who stand back and watch. I have no trouble evading the zombies, knowing they are dangerous. I see what they do to other people. One touch and you incinerate. You're simply dead. They have to touch with both hands, but even one hand is dangerous, and there is no escaping, so I keep avoiding contact.

I hide. But soon enough I realize I can't go anywhere and have to do something to get away from here. They only solution is to break through. So I come out of hiding and regardless of the zombie like people I go to the doors. I suppose the supervisors see me do it, but they don't act. I suppose they think I'll not make it. I meet one of those zombies on my way out, still in the hall. But by that time I've seen through the secrets. That is, if you touch first, then you win. This is of course a very brave thing to try, because you know that if you're touched you will die. 

I am thoroughly surrounded, by all sides, so there's nothing else to do than to try, and I fight back and take on the one in front of me. And I find out that I don't die when I take the initiative. I think I touched with the left hand first and then the right hand too. Even now, none of the supervisors reacts, but I don't look back or look at them, because I don't want them to see me.

So, now I escape the building, but I'm not out yet, because the courtyard is part of their terrain also. So when I am outside I see on my left a police agent. He is talking to someone who works here, either a gardener, or maybe someone who works for the city. They wear orange. The officer has a helmet like they do. Mostly white. They are not exactly on the terrain of the enemy, but I suppose they have to watch. I try not to look at them and go on, it is only a short distance to the outside. I run and jump over the fence and hope the police officer did not see, but they don't react, and I don't look back, but run.

When I leave all this behind, I get lost in the city, though there is only one or two big streets that I run through, no houses anymore. Woods. And I am a bit disoriented, thinking that I know from where I came in the first place. I walk to the right eventually. Unfamiliar streets in this city. Long lanes, some for cars, some only pedestrians, in the woods. At some point houses again, maybe I turned back in the direction of the hall, but further away.

I walk along a narrow path, and then over the roof tops. I think at this stage there are others who escaped, running here. In something something (can't read) we are safe.

We see then enemy, but we can kill them as snipers.

In the meanwhile we try and help other victims. And from the top of roofs we see the prison where we escaped from, from above.

Then something about rescuing a little girl, who is the sister of someone among us. Don't remember the details.

I help. The others are not very careful. Strong people face each other. This is down, in our safe area already, which looks a bit like the small corridor with the breakfast table of the former dream. There is a court, open air space, and a few men are standing there, with naked upper body, and you can see their muscles of which they are proud. They will fight for us. It means the enemy got here too, and we have to be careful not to be seen. This place can be a safe place. It is for me.

There is a point in this passage where I am Arya from Game of Thrones. And there is one particular person that helps me, possibly a man. I think it is time for bed now and I know the other person is sleeping already. I go to the bedroom, which is a common room. Behind that is a bathroom, the door is always open and you pass that door when you go to the bedroom. There are a few different beds, all just on the floor. I see the person lying in his bed and I lie down with him as if this is the most natural thing to do, maybe it is. This way I feel safe and protected.

Then he is up for some time while I lie there and I wake up, something happens. There is a sniper. I kill him. Can't remember the details.

Later I go to bed again, and this time it is Fras who comes lie beside me. But of course it is the same person. Only now I have to protect Fras, things have turned again. But at some point I say that it is time to leave. Actually I am not feeling very safe when Fras and I lie there and I think this is a good moment to leave. If not and we stay, we will die anyway or get caught.

There was more tension in the dream in the last scenes in that house, but I can't remember the images. Possibly a discussion too. Maybe I did go in the bathroom too at some point.

I suppose it was in this dream that at some point someone had made pasta for me, this was put on the right side of a big wooden table. Many people, I just arrive, big room, other food on the centre of the table for other people, that seemed to know me, dark. This person, a guy, had made cream pasta and spinach, which in itself is nice, but he cooked the spinach and put the pasta with the sauce in that pan without draining the spinach, so the cooking water was still in it, the cream started to clutter and the sauce was a little brown. On top I thought that I finally knew the secret of cooking spinach which means throwing away the cooking water. So this was wrong altogether. It could not be made right anymore.

3. Pana Places an Order

In the shop. Maybe Christmas time or some other busy time. When I get there I am on the right till and a customer comes and says she wants to pay the deposit. I make ready and then want to ask the five euros but see on her paper that no deposit was asked. The customer is Pana, who is very beautiful in the dream. She has a lot of papers with her and only the top two are her order, but none ask a deposit. She wants to pay it anyway.

She starts to converse with me. That is, she has pictures of her daughters on the other papers, maybe a dozen papers and on one sheet there are maybe thirty small pictures. All in colour. She starts to explain what they are and some other things, I only listen with half an ear.

In the meanwhile Brva shows up. Pana has made the order with her, in the basement, and now I think that Brva might find it strange if she sees that I'm charging Pana 5 euros. But Pana really insists. Then Liha is also here, who backs up Brva, but neither of them say a word.

Pana keeps on going about her private life, she has one daughter. I don't look because I'm afraid to intrude her private life.

In the end she writes on the order that she will pay 5 euro. Brva and Liha see this. I think they are thinking I am not doing a good job in customer service. 

This is about the moment when Pana comes behind the till and says she has to write something down. And I let her, but she supports herself on me, and more or less sits on me. I am sitting down at that moment. And she almost sits on my lap, which is rather challenging for me to keep my bearing. First a little, then more and more contact is made, I just let her do. Eventually she sits on my lap, and chooses my right leg to support her self on. I see her back only of course, but think that I want to stroke her. I restrain from doing that. A bit later her butt is naked. I don't know how that happened but I automatically start to touch that, until I realize what I'm doing and then it becomes a little awkward, but I keep doing it. She gives no reaction at all.

Later in the dream, Pana is still there and says she wants to order something else. I think she says this at the till, and I look it up on the computer, though I don't have a clue what she is talking about, so I don't find it. Then we go to another corner, where it is dark, there is a counter too, and a colleague working. Two tills. In the very corner I tell her I'll make another attempt to look up what she wants, it is some kind of puzzle, and education at the same time, for the children, for her daughter perhaps. I got a list now. But what she is looking for in particular I don't find. I do find similar things. I want to show her but have to repeat the search on another computer so she can watch. This time I find still other puzzles, again similar of what she said, but the exact one. I want to go back to the first list to show her more possibilities, but I can't find it anymore. At this point in the corner, Pana has two small kids with her.

In the meanwhile it has gotten really busy at the till and my colleague is doing all the work on one till. I am supposed to do the second till, which would also be the right one in this case, but I am helping Pana. When I am done, she will queue up too. She does that of her own accord, because I would just let her come first. Two people are already waiting at my till, but a long queue of people is at the other. Maybe Kivo who works there, but rather it is someone I don't know at all.

I feel bad that I can't help my colleague. Pana squirmes between the two people at my till. The first customer asks his question then. He takes out a receipt, quite a long one and asks whether I can make an invoice of this. I don't really want to do it because it will take so much time that the queue will be even more delayed. But I take it anyway and I see there are all kinds of stamps on it. It looks quite formal. I want Frre to do it and tell the man I have to go upstairs. In the meanwhile I look about the shop, from behind the counter, to see if there are any other colleagues around who can stand in, but there are not. I'm helpless. Now I can't even help Pana.

Now I run up the stairs, the the lift, come out at the topmost floor, there is nobody there and the lights are out. I am at the wrong floor, I go down again. The shop is bigger than I remember, many more floors and rooms and I am a bit lost. Some spaces are small and narrow. I get scared already for not making it in time. Nowhere, there are colleagues to spot.

At some point, in one of those rooms of the shop which are not public, more light, there is a girl, she explains where everyone is and that no one can help me because they are all interim. I ask her whether she has worked the till before and she says yes so I tell her to go down and help. So Digr can't blame me for not running the shop well. I am desperate anyway now. I can't find anyone.

On my way down again I find another two interim employees and tell them to help at the till as well. I can see through the windows toward the street at some point, it is light, day.

Can't remember how the dream ends exactly. But I was not happy about the fact that no one was here but interim students. I did call all of those to help.

Shaolin Class

1. Fight in the City

Can't remember the circumstances, dark. Fighting. I fight with the intention to beat that one person. This one person has a big entourage. They are all supporting him. All the while I am waiting for the right moment to strike to hit only that one person. This is in the city. Outside. Night. Sword fighting. Above ground level, this room.

(Early dream).

2. Training the Old Kung Fu

I enter the room, which is exceptionally spacious, and I sit down behind my desk which is a very long distance from where my brother N is sitting, opposite of me across the room. There is a third desk on my left, closer to me, but uncomfortably far away, possibly my other brother's, but he is not here. The desk is empty. They all have computers. I work on mine. Light.

I suppose I am playing a computer game. I suppose N is doing the same. And there is some conversation between us, though slight, because of the distance. I can't really see what he is doing, but I guess it it the same as me.

Later in the same dream we are at home with Ande and Pebr and playing an RPG. Pebr asks back something (Can't read notes properly), and I saw they were starving (Or something like that).

A&P change into List and her husband. They say they have to leave at 5pm. I am at there home, staying there, but I'll have to move to when they are gone. This implies I made use of their goodwill to stay here for a bit because I had a gap in time or something.

I kept busy reading a comic or playing a game at their computer. For sure I was reading the new Amoras comic, which will be released next week. And I've only read the first two or three pages, and I take my time, enjoying every page. So I still have a lot to read, for when I go somewhere else and I am there too early, then I can just read the comic. Still I think that will not be enough, because I might be an hour and a half early, and that is a lot of time to do nothing.

They are making ready to leave. There is nothing for me but to get up and get out of the house too. So I close the house and take my comic with me.

When I leave the house, I come to a small square, pedestrian, in the night. Lidv is there too, the poetess, and some two other people, I suppose friends of her. But I know them, and I say goodbye. I went down the stairs with them. I say goodby to Lidv, and she kisses me on the cheek quite a few times too much, but I tolerate it. Then one of her friends that I know does the same. I don't make anything of it.

One of the ladies says she has to go to work, I think it is a strange time to start working, I've certainly seen her in the shop sometime. She says she will take over from someone who has worked 60 days in a row non stop and stops today. We conclude that she will have to do the same, but that does not appear to be true. She also says something about the future, which is based on a book, and has more light in the dream, about the year 2017, that is for sure, but I don't remember further details. Or maybe this was about Rigr, who I mailed when I was in the room with my brother, and had a list of things she wanted done by other people among which Mefa, who understood what she meant. She sent this to do list to me too, but I did not know what to do with that. This was quite a dark email, and I reasoned that she was ready to exit this life, and that would be 2017. So this small part comes earlier.

They are by car and will take the car to go wherever. I'm on foot and will walk my way across the street, because I can see the building where I was heading from here.

The building reminds me a little of the hospital St Raf.

When I see the time it is 5.30pm and I enter the hospital doors. When I enter, I immediately see in the mirrors the reflection of Erel, who I was looking for. I knew he was still giving class on this day of the week at this time in this place, so I took my chances to visit. Seeing his reflection assures me. Now I am sure he is here and I did not waste my time. His training hall is just around the corner, I have to look a bit. This is the concrete kind of building, nothing nice about it.

Then I enter his hall. It has got this ugly kind of pillars in the room to hold up the roof, small room, rectangular. I don't see Erel, but I see his students, quite a lot, I'm happy he has so much success. Many young girls, a few boys, all young people, that is good.

I just walk by to the end of the room. There I see Erel, I had seen him in the windows reflected too, in this room. He is teaching kungfu and I want to join.

Of course I had originally thought I'd be much too early, but that turned out not to be the case, and I am actually ten minutes or fifteen minutes late. The class has already begun. By the exercises they are doing, I can see that it is just the warm up, so I can still join, I don't mind I'm late. Erel, when he sees me, recognizes me, and greets, but continues with his lesson. I tell him I want to join for the evening, and he is okay with it. I am not really looking forward to do the warm up, because that puts too much stress on my body, but I'm here now and I cannot but follow as told, even if I'm a free student.

Everyone lies on a mat. I am looking for one myself, to do the exercises on. They are all sweaty, even the ones that are not used, because someone had just used it before. They are all wet, this is not nice. So I end up sharing a mat with Erel.

From the corner of my eye I see someone I know among the pupils, this is Hafr, of all people I had not expected to see her here, but it is indeed nice. Good to know she does this.

I sit behind Erel, we face the other way as the students do, although we are not in front of the class, but on the side. And there are concrete pillars blocking the view. We sit down and do stretching exercises. He moves his hands and arms in a certain way and I try to copy. These are not exercises I remember or know, but I can do them when I keep my mind to it.

That is about where the dream ends.

3. Book Shop Sells Plants

Shop, different building than in real life, but seen the configuration in other dreams, roughly corresponds to real life, only bigger. Work pressure type of dream. On a hill, slope.

First all is quiet. A young boy helps us. Kivo, colleague from Diestsestraat, works with me, is quiet herself, is on the right till, closed on her side, the counter is.

The boy wants to look up something, but can't find it. He is wearing a badge. Then he goes to another place in the shop. I stay where I am.

In the meanwhile I am looking up something on the computer, where I work, but I can't really find it either. Don't know the details anymore.

Then later the boy comes back, more people are in the shop, and it is getting late, towards evening, which is the time more customers come. Now the boy has a book with him and wants to pay but is confused by the price. He wants to pay himself, his parents are outside, and I know he has been out of the shop too to ask his parents something, can't remember.

I say how much the book costs without realizing it is strange. It is 19,05 euro, but the boy says it should only cost 10,95 or something like that, cheaper at least, maybe even only 5 euro. Apparently there is some promotion that the customer gets a doll with this book, so he can choose one, only, they are very big, human size, and he does not want any. Kivo helps me with this and explains the promotion. I see the dolls by the stairs, really close to the counter, they almost block the way, but there is only one left, and there should at least be two different kinds to choose from, and of course it is the wrong one. Stas or Staf and Korneel, maybe those were the names. They are in a display, even if so big.

Because of the difficult people start queuing and have to wait and pressure builds. It try to stay calm and finish this.

Then the next customers are a couple, they want something of a promotion too, by Cera. Again, I don't know what they're talking about, they have a plant with them but we don't sell plants, so I am confused. Yet these two are sure they can buy such plants here with their voucher. I have no clue. The plant they have is small, like a baby, and looks like a cactus, but with leaves.

After a while I look behind me and as if I have been on holiday and just got back to work, I see there are plants like these. We do have them, I had no idea. They are on a shelf below, almost on the floor, stacked together, grey green, dark. In small pots. I'm relieved, except that I should have looked behind me earlier, instead of denying it. So I'm a little sorry about this. But it can't be changed now, and the solution was there. This is where the dream ends.

Before that, so between the boy and the plant situation, there was a lady, rather assertive, who asked me a question and demanded an answer from me, though I knew this was for my colleague. But I let her ask the question anyway and then sent her upstairs to ask Keva. There were about 5 books on her note that she was looking for, scribled them down, I could read them. One had the name Charlotte in it, and I suppose it referred to Bronte.

Scottish Shepard

1. Dogs and Pups

We're in the car and driving. Dark. Mother in front, maybe driving, can't remember. I sit in the back, on the left. Brother N is on the right (It used to be the other way around).

At some point we are leaving for home. Light. There is a dog behind me from the trunk possibly. It is still a pup and happy and belongs to my brother. He comes on my left and wants attention, but for the moment I recognize him being there but don't touch the animal, I am cautious. I ask what kind of dog it is. My mother starts to answer. Both she and my brother give an explanation. N has two dogs, and they are very different, so he says both races, and I don't know any of them. I forgot the name. One was a Scottish Shepard. The other sounded like Mastice. Not mastiff, I think it rhymed on 'armistice'. We drive by the landscape, I enjoy the scenery.

They also say he is still young and you can see that because he does not come with his bottom above the fence, and the kind is meant that is built in Scotland, those of stone, that mark plots of land.  And I am thinking, but this dog is bigger than that, but of course now he is in the car, and if I compare him from this perspective to the outside fence I see, then it is only natural that it looks that way. Still, I'm not sure.

Then I decide to pet the dog on the head. I do that quite a while. There is a safe spot and a type of touch that the dog can stand. Then he stays happy and does not get wild. Though I would normally touch in another way, but I know this will make the dog wild and running about, we can't have that in the car. In the end I stroke the dog in that way anyway, and the dog jumps to the fore and starts to run, becomes very active. N has to keep him in check.

When we get home, my mother and brother know the way very well, but I have forgotten this place. Light, sun. Day. Behind the house is a small stroke of land and that is where the chickens were. Now they made room for the dogs, who are halfway this narrow piece of land. I am surprised so many dogs are around. And many very small new born pups. I knew I could expect more dogs than they had told me of, but so many I had not expected.

They are all grey, as if they are made of stone, and they are very still. Two or three grown up dogs, all the others are very small. About a dozen. Two different families, the dream zooms in, or my attention is going to the second family farthest of where I am standing.

There is a garden, and fields, the wild, uncultivated.

This nest has five pups. And two more, of which one is dead and another is as good as dead. This startles me, but I keep my balance. Then they explain they leave them there and I think that is a good idea. They leave them there because the big dogs might just eat them and in that case they don't have to clean the mess. But I can see that these two have been lying about for too long already and they will not be touched anymore.

2. Did Not Tell

Something about the urgency and neglect of warning Siph, a friend in London we haven't seen for a long time. I should have warned him. Now it is too late. But I can't remember what the dream was about. Just this feeling, a very long time. Bale is here too. There is certainly something we should have said to him but we didn't.

Inla also here?

3. Secret Kitchen

We are visiting D and his wife, but we are in the home of Soro's parents, and they are there. Her sisters too I imagine.

At a certain moment I go to the kitchen and I see G&J sitting there. The dining room is one big room, with a table on the right. When I enter the kitchen this area is dark and both are hidden, as if they are not to be see, and are illegally here. I see G first, sitting at the table, on a chair, in the shadows. Then I look to my right and see J as well, he sits on the window sill or something like that, his feet dangling. Maybe sits on the radiator, in the dark. They are silent, separate, and I don't know what to say. I think I just entered a secret part of the family of Soro and was not supposed to see this. I am alone here. I can't remember why I had to go to the kitchen.

Before that a lot more happened but I don't remember.

It takes a while before G&J recognize me. I go back.

Then we all cross the dining room to the other end, which is where the food is served, and Soro's father has made sure to impress us and the food is Indonesian. Many different dishes. My father is certainly here.

(This was maybe an earlier dream).

4. U Shop

Light, very spacious shop, where we work, but very different from the real life one. This is on one level only, and has a funny structure. Digr and Keva are having fun and are busy. I have no clue.

I'm busy in one section only. I don't know the other half. At a certain point rather late in the dream, but I can't remember the rest, I am shelving books, but they are all about sex. While I walk around with this, Digr makes a remark about it, to be funny. I ignore him. Keva follows his example.

There was something with food too. A big table. And maybe guests, though certainly for a long time the shop is empty but for us three. And so it is when this dream ends, although we are then in another section, more in the centre. This dream was fairly lucid, but I didn't catch it when I woke from it.

A Handful of Rice

1. Fencing

Something with swords, katana. Me and my brother N are alone against a whole group. We are surrounded. This is inside a hall, we are in the centre. Light. There is a sort of rhythm. Possibly I mean the intensity of effort needed to keep them all at bay, and the frequency increases, so it becomes harder and harder.

In the same dream there is a thread of thought about keeping the dreams. It points to remembering dreams.

2. Family Gossip

Swordfighting. Wedding of D. Scenes from Bleach.

Feast without food. End of the world type of dream. Outside it is raining. We are quite aware that this is the end.

Everyone I see that lives here, dark, carries a fiche in plastic with their details. It works like a passport. Everyone has this and does this because they want to, because there is no government, no one that says that you have to. For me the notion is new and I don't have any fiche. It is quite big, too. An old lady carries it around her neck. Someone else has it in her bag, and so on.

Behind the house.

We are at the cage. There is a small girl.

We are cycling along the canal. Niab is there. This came earlier in the dream. I see no one (?).

The marriage is first at home, clearly the house of our parents. Family of our mother's side is there. We are in the living room. I am at least, the rest of the family is in the dining room for the most part.

Later we are in a feasting hall, big. Can't remember the details. Light, spacious, many people, I think other groups are in the same place too.

Then at the end I am at a passageway in between the spacious room and some other place right next to it. Purples. Curtains.

I remember in particular aunt M.

In the passageway I start reading Dag Allemaal, but I do this in the shadows because I don't want other people to see. On the cover I see pictures of aunt L who was not at the party, obviously because she does not want to be part of the family since years. Three pictures at the bottom side of the cover. Now, I leaf through the magazine to see what the paparazzi say because they are sure to be wrong. The magazine has more pages then I imagined, and some interesting articles appear, which I had not expected. One of these is about the skulls of spiders all through evolution. Actually those pictures start with images of human babies whose mouths are deformed in the middle, and then a link is made with scorpion skulls and spiders, but these are quite nice to see, and in so many colours. Pages are white. One picture was about a small girl with an open bit. 

There is another page or article about the star signs, the 88 fixed ones, but all of them show animals, many of them primeval like dinosaurs, instead of the actual thing after which these signs are named. Very curious.

Eventually I find the article I was looking for, this is the page with a report about the wedding, many pages there are, with pictures. 

Now, it is like a movie playing. Family in the picture. Sex scenes too. I am a little embarrassed. I am reminded of the series Neighbours. Papa is helping, me?, with what?

Aunt M sees I'm reading this. In the end all gets public in the family at least. Light again, maybe different place, such as parental house.

Then some fragment outside. I am hungry, as if I haven't eaten at all the whole day, maybe that is true.

This is the last bit of the dream where I take shelter. We moved here with the wedding cars. N is with me, but D too and both my parents and more than one car. We are all in costume, and the cars too are chique.

Last place to visit. We are taking shelter from I don't know what in a half open house, the front wall is not there, I don't think that is strange.

There are people on the street, light, that stop and watch. Young people. I don't know what they want, but I don't mind, although they are a little in the way. I go out in the sun sometimes, outside, while N stays inside, and parents are in the background by the car.

I have rice in my pockets, of my trousers. I take a handful and throw in on the pavement, or maybe even in the gutter, which is very broad, and the water soaks the grains, so that eventually they are cooked and I eat this, and my family is hungry too, so they eat too. This means that I have too little rice, but I have more in my pockets, so I put my hand in my pocket and feel the rice, I take a handful and cast it on the street. But this time I am a little panicking because I have no water to boil it. There is only a little water left, but not enough for all the rice at all. This will not work. That is the end of the dream.

+ there was a part where I sat at a table and had just cooked for me, but my brothers and parents happened to be there, but I had not expected them, so now they just had to eat what I normally eat which is not much and certainly not fancy. This was mashed potato and the like. I was a bit embarrassed.

Not so Many Years

1. Rock n Roll

I am leaving from my parents' place to Leuven and am at the crossroads. I suppose I'm heading for work. I am already late and what's more, I'll be going on foot, while I usually take my bicycle. Now it will even take more time. It might be late in the evening. The streets are calm. My parents are standing there waiting to see what I'll do.
I cross the road and head for the centre of town, then I reconsider because that would take too long and go the usual way. [While recording this I happen to listen to Wednesday by Tori Amos which has the line 'usual way' in it.]
Then I start to hear music, but very good music, rock and roll, and I dance a little, this is when I am heading back to my parents and think I'll be taking my bicycle anyway. Or I could take the car. Am considering that.
There is also something with 23 years. Maybe that long ago, that is once 10 years and once 13 years.
 (Early dream, simple).

2. Game of Thrones

There is a path that runs alongside the water. The body of water is a big square like place, which means that it takes a lot of space that you can't cut across.

A dream long or long time throughout the night about everyone being king or nobility, and I feel unrecognized. Everyone is recognized except for me.
Lioness?
Everybody has a sword.
Neither am I welcome at the realm of the dwarves. Someone vouches for me and says: "but he has learned me how to forge." This is inside, dark, colours of green and blue, hall with a low ceiling. Lots of people, I don't know any of them, except this one person.
Maybe the same dream. I get help from someone who himself goes through a lot of trouble to get king. Something about 20 years. There is also something about 7 years and then 20 years. It feels like it was yesterday.

3. Fragments & Roof Top Party

Tivd is mad at me for some reason, or annoyed. I can't do anything right according to her.
In the shop, Liha.
Csdo was in a dream.
At some point I recognize Kave, which is really a long time since I've seen her, but she looks good and I wonder whether I should go at her, I am a little cautious, because I don't want to spoil anything good. This is inside.
There is also a fragment, possibly the same dream, where I see Cl from the lunch bar. This is in a dream where I walk upstairs.
[Now it comes together.]
First I am in the shop, but it does not look like our shop. It is our shop, and Liha is there, it is dark, green, and I need something, so I am the one going in to buy something, but now I can't remember what. Maybe the shop looks like the Delhaize, Denon (but I haven't been there recently in real life).
Then I leave the shop, and then the shop is not mine anymore. We take the car, I don't know who 'we' is, but we go to somewhere else. Light, apartment block where everyone will meet. I see Csdo across the street, and wonder whether I should go after her but I don't, this was not the plan at all. But where she goes, I know those houses and rooms from other dreams (which I haven't recorded in this online blog yet). Possibly I've been in these houses in some part of the dream, or in an earlier dream in the night. So it feels.
So now I go in where I was heading to in the first place, this is a street on the right, Csdo's street was on a slope, and is on my left now.

I go through the door because it is open and go up the stairs, because all is upstairs and only there. As a matter of fact I don't know what I'll find, and I suppose I think I am going to work, or to my shop, which again would be in a rather different location then.
Light. Stairwell. At the upper floor I pass a mother and her son who come down. I am supposing they are customers and greet them, let them pass first. They come from somewhere, that is a relief, that means that where I'm going there will be something.

Then I go in. I immediately see I don't belong here. There are all kinds of people but no-one I know. So I keep to myself and don't go in any further. It is like they all know each other and I am intruding in something, maybe a party. This is the uppermost floor, and through the window you can see the roof. Then I suddenly see someone walking on the roof, first to one side, then she comes back. I know who she is, it is Cl. I think that is nice, someone I know, but I don't go to her, then I'll have to pass through all the people. The roof is quite detailed. It looks like pavement, though.

4. Not my Car but I Broke It

Some other fragment which may be part of this dream. Brother N. I want a car I think. Maybe N's car, or he suggests this? There is something amiss with the back side of the car, we take it out, or I have taken it out and now it is bigger than it used to be and it does not fit anymore, the back window (koffer). And something else about the car is wrong too, but I can't remember.

5. Naked Bum

Last dream, more light, space inside. I am holding a young white girl's bottom, feels very nice. Even when I walk around, I still hold it in my hand, as if I got only the bottom, but the girl is somewhere else. There is a second girl in the neighbourhood, she is my spare. They are just visiting, I am lucky.

Waiting for Instructions

1. Waiting

I'm in a big hall, one big space, room. I wait. There is a lot of waiting for me to do in this dream. There are other people around. They are busy. They are preparing for something. I follow them.

Maybe making ready for taiji practice, or maybe badminton.

I remember at some point there was a basket with stuff in it. Almost a picknick basket, it was made of willow or something alike.

[This was the dream when the alarm clock went at 5.15am. On top of that I only went to bed at 0.30am and needed a lot of time to fall asleep.]

2. Ten Euro Notes

[After 7pm I went back to bed and slept a little more, till about 10am sound.]

There is a fragment of dream where there are four notes of 10 euro, but they have all different pictures on them, none of them the right one, but they are all valid. There is one picture that stands out more.

3. Sleeping Outside

Something about guarding. Badminton. I play three times. The first time once, the second time twice and the third time three times.

I think the dream begins in a living room of a to me unknown house, there is a window to the side that looks out to the garden. I seem to know the house in the dream, and this must be from a type of dream in which this house appears. Loli is there, and possibly her husband too. The living room is small, all the rooms are small. There is a kitchen next to the living room, much like the way these are connected in the house of T&B. My brother N and his partner are here too. In another room, adjacent to the living room, there are stones on the floor. This forms part of a darker part of the house, through which I must have come before, because that way is the entrance and the side to the street.

The stones are painted, red or ocher. And white. They are strewn about the floor, I don't know what they are, but it looks like something esoteric or shamanistic. I am sure Loli knows what this is about, but I don't feel any affinity with the stones. Besides, the room is in the shadows, which means that it is not used.

I think at some point we go outside. Again, I am the only one who does not really know what things are about. Both Loli and my brother give elaborate explanations.

In the end I think I'm in a situation again where I am hunted. Some people are after me and I know what they look like. This part of the dream is at the end. I can't remember the middle. There is a middle aged guy, a bit fat, with receding white hair, and a fiery temperament. He is angry with me for some reason and I have to run. He is after me. He has two slim henchmen. They run around looking for me. I can't remember running a lot, but I must have done a lot of hiding, which was easy in this house, though they were all on the same terrain. But I think the others, like Loli and N protected me or something.

While the people I know stay up late, I want to go ahead and sleep, I say goodbye and go to my sleeping place, while people are still looking for me. I go through a small stroke of land or garden, more to the side of the street. This is a garden that links two parts of the house. Now I come near the front part of the house. I am already half naked, happy to go to bed. My bed is near the house, but still outside, maybe a tent. 

There is stuff I can't remember while I make ready to go to bed. I lay down. Suddenly I hear a bell. This comes from the front part of the house. I don't know what to do. This is weird and unexpected. First of all because everybody is inside, and secondly because it is late already. But I go back because of it. Then something. But not much later I see the people who are after me. I don't remember how the dream ends, but I was not caught, even if they were there in front of me.

Another fragment was this chief person playing tennis against one of his henchmen, and he bat the ball and it bounces right before the net, but goes up underneath it and for some reason this counts and is acceptable. The tennis court is to the side.