1. Climbing Frame Chairs in the Night
City, part which looks like the end of the Naamsestraat, around the church or begijnhof. I have been summoned. I hang around that area some time, I can't recall what happened before.
Then Jaro is there, and we see at the same time a rack with chairs, which is an interesting contraption of metal, to the side of the street. Very artistic, smooth, bars of pipes of metal, bent and worked into to chairs, but they hover quite a distance above the ground floor.
But both of us get the idea at the same time to climb it, almost instinctively. And we make it to the top, but then a third person that I don't like comes too and joins us. At that point we had just started to eat something, a group of people walks by, it is dark. One of them is behind. They just pass. Across the street is a restaurant.
But we have warm food, most of which is fried, but it tastes nice, and to me it does very well to have some meat. Each of us has a plate with food, but I had already seen the side dishes behind us too. I am not sure what I am allowed to, so I eat my own plate and then stop, while Jaro is more decadent and continues to eat, the same goes for the third person, when he sits between us, he eats more. I shift place, to back behind Jaro, and because I see the other two eat I suppose it is allowed, though I could do with the little I already had, but now I eat from the small things behind me, which is fried meat as well, like chicken wings, but better than usual. Still I am careful and don't eat too much. There is sushi too, very complicated ones. I take from that, it is probably the same as the chicken wings, but changes when you look back. This is when I wanted to go home, which is why I shifted place, but I can't go home (?).
2. Six Tracks
There is a CD of Bjork something something, which is one song, and I play it, but on the back of the cd I see there are six tracks. And I realize I only play track one and two, and the others are not played, but the song lasts so long that it covers the whole length of the six tracks, unless you would interrupt it in a way, for example by accident, which I might have done, and then it naturally continues with the song of the track that should have been playing.
I want to listen. Maybe because it is new. At the same time I'm doing something else. In a room, alone, I think. The back of the cd shows the names of the songs, two are just letters, one is P.
3. Antwerp Train Bus
A large room in which we wait. This is Antwerp, whites, turquoise soft. I am waiting there for a train, though this is not the platform, but a higher place where people assemble and have to go through the gates, such as those for a subway, these are here somewhere. People are waiting here, me too, oblivious of when a train will come or what I shall do.
Then I suddenly see my dad, which I had not expected and he is on his own, and also caught in his own thinking, hurrying about, but I go to him and join, but I suspect that he will go home too, so I can just go with him. So I wait for the train with him.
He still goes his own way, and looks for a way to descend for the platforms, I follow, in front to the left he finds the stairs. He goes down. But when we arrive on the platform, he goes back up, I don't know why, but I see the train, which is a large red double-decker, with his front to the station, which is the end of the rails. So I stay because that is the train I'd like to take. Left platform. Many people already on the train.
This is a model of train I have never seen before, but I trust it anyway. It looks posh.
I get up, look carefully, so many doors which you might enter through. Go in, all seats are taken, there is a girl but I pass her because she might not want me to sit next to her, then I see a young girl, maybe ten or twelve, and sit next to her, me at the window. Somewhat later I see that her mother sits next to her, but at the opposite way.
All the time, from upstairs already, I had a sausage with me, a long thin one and a napkin and a splash of garlic sauce to go with it. Now I sit I eat a little of it.
Once the train leaves I see we take a route through the city and follow the streets and wait for the traffic lights, and after a while I realize that this is not a train but a bus, and that is why my father got back up. After another while we stop at an overground station which looks like a bus stop, but a very big one, and people get off and others get on. And I am thinking, if it is going to be this slow, then it will take forever before I am home, like four hours at least.
At this place however, I meet Bale and R, and I follow them, they are on their way to the railway station. And know a short cut. Once we are in the building, I see it. Because I would have gone straight through, which is the main hall of the station, very old stone and so on, looks a bit like the old station of Antwerp, but they show me a way to the right, which is not used often and the stairs look a bit funny, because some are sports, bars of metal and not real stairs on which you can place your foot. Moreover, some go down and others go up, so it is a challenge to get down. This is to the right and in the corner the stairs turn again and you come to the platforms.
I am careful but I go down and place my feet right everytime, touching the bars with the front of my foot. The other two are not following me. Or at least I am quick and first to arrive downstairs. I can't well explain what these stairs looked like, but it was like a game, a climbing frame almost.
When I get in the big hallway downstairs, there is lots of animation and people about. There is a man near me with a balloon in the shape of a ship and shouts things and I recognize the thing for what it is. It is the Horn of Heimdal and I want to blow it, that must be the challenge of the man. So I go to him without much thinking and take the balloon ship and blow on the end where the air must go in, and I do it well, because this is like a trumpet, but the man had not expected this. A very different sound comes out than usual, than he expected, than the ship is made for, but this is the only way I know. The second time I turn myself to the people around me and see across the whole hall, which looks a bit like King's Cross, and blow again, and people look, and in one breath I blow three times, as if I have no need of breathing, and every time I blow a little higher in pitch, to show I can do that too. That is about where the dream ends. But I enjoyed the ship.
4. Taiji, Dog Tomb, and Snake Woman
Bathroom. And I can't remember the rest. Something like, I am naked, mother has tidied my clothes and ordered them in a closet neatly. I am afraid of something, can't remember what.
Later, a hall, together we are waiting for taiji, car (?). Half an hour before the exact time. But some have left already, with the wife of PK.
The hall is a training hall, and I come in but everyone is already assembled here, like Anle, and Resc, and many others are already gone and have an early training with the wife of PK. But I'm not even sure I want to follow.
So when everyone packs there stuff, PK all the same, then I decide I will go but have to change my clothing or something. I have a bag with stuff with me. Not at first, at first I was a bit clumsy with clothes, even a costume in my hands, not knowing whether I should need it, but taking it with me anyway. Now I don't want to take it and I want to have a rucksack which is smaller and more convenient. So I repack, but all the others are gone outside already and I stay behind.
When I go outside, I see two cars. The one in front has only ladies, but I see there is room and they are still packing the car so I ask the driver if I can go with them, and she says yes. The other car has PK but also is ready to leave, so I let it go. Now I see that the car I joined also already had lots of people in them, to wit four, which means I can just join them.
We drive.
After a while we arrive somewhere, outside, light, bright. This looks like the front of house of parents, but it is an unfamiliar house. We stop there and read the inscriptions on a stone slab by a window. Someone among us must have known the lady who lived here once. But the inscription is dedicated to her dead dog. And a bit further by the door the same. I don't know why we came here. But we linger a bit. Someone at that point consults the runes and Ehwaz and Kenaz come up. I see it but say nothing.
There is another stone, which is meant to say prayers at, and this place is a sight for tourists for some reason.
Then the scene shifts and we are where we need to be, but this is a fun park for children. Many children are about. Lawn. Different areas. From where I'm standing, at least three. And from the higher spot we go downhill. The lot of us together as a group, enter a new area after gawking at everything, and this is where we should find the rest, and we pass a snake, I had known it a long time, but when I see it, it is a woman dressed in the shape of a snake, only the costume is so bit it almost looks like a tree, so tall. And I say to Svdb that I know who that is, and I think he does too, because it is a character from Naruto.
5. Funeral Feast
One of the last dreams. Light, at first in front, at the street side, assembling, father, mother, brothers, me, many other people. After a while we go to the back, place is unfamiliar, but it is the same as the lane next to the house of parents. In the back we go in. There is a long, wide passageway and at the end a room, everywhere people, and preparing for a funeral, which will be held inside the end room, which is square and white and in the middle is the pyre, because it will be a cremation. I have no idea for whom, but everyone thinks this is important. I don't sea the dead person, and though I've been in the funeral room I haven't actually seen the pyre either. Later we go back down through the hallway, which is long and dark now and people are queuing, which means that if we leave now we will have to queue to get back to the room, I don't like that, but I don't intend to return. We decide we have to eat something. I know people at the end of the queue, but just observe. Some tries to skip a few people, but that won't really help him. At that point it is late in the evening, night.
+6. Taiji Sword
In one of the last dreams I walked through the form of taiji sword, quite a long piece, movement after movement, I faltered at the point of Step over Obstacles. But when I did Lion Shakes its Head I aimed each time at the neck of a man nearby, who was also learning.
Monday, 7 October 2013
Sunday, 6 October 2013
The Puzzle Pieces Fit
1. Alth
Fragment of dream. There was Alth.
2. Disagreement with Fras
At the end of a dream I have a discussion with Fras about something that happened earlier, there must have been a meeting, but now I see her privately. I can't remember what happened before, but there were different people and we talked.
Now in the basement, but well furbished. I don't agree with something she said and there is another thing I want to draw her attention to, which is the loaf-feast she mentioned. Years ago I associated this summer festival with 'animals and sisters' but now I can't remember why, I can no longer explain it. That undermines the reason why I bring it up.
Then there is the other thing (the former), which is something I remembered Kvgu said once and I don't agree with it and I explain it in detail to Fras, but she won't have it and is angry and walks away, back up. A lot more happened, certainly before, but also a little after, but I can't remember.
3. House Pieces
At the dinner table at home of parents, me and brothers both, on the side closer to the kitchen, at the table, having pieces with buildings depicted on them. D on my right side with his piece, N with his to the left. Me in the middle, and my piece is the smallest. The pieces are white and the lines are in black. They represent our shares or houses, and even when I am the one overseeing this process of sharing, I end up with the smallest, but in the back of my mind I think that it is not necessarily the worst.
Then I see that the pieces belong together and I place them next to each other, although the sizes do not agree, but all are square or rectangular, and I see a common line linking them all, and that I find nice a symbolism. I really only see it at the end.
Fragment of dream. There was Alth.
2. Disagreement with Fras
At the end of a dream I have a discussion with Fras about something that happened earlier, there must have been a meeting, but now I see her privately. I can't remember what happened before, but there were different people and we talked.
Now in the basement, but well furbished. I don't agree with something she said and there is another thing I want to draw her attention to, which is the loaf-feast she mentioned. Years ago I associated this summer festival with 'animals and sisters' but now I can't remember why, I can no longer explain it. That undermines the reason why I bring it up.
Then there is the other thing (the former), which is something I remembered Kvgu said once and I don't agree with it and I explain it in detail to Fras, but she won't have it and is angry and walks away, back up. A lot more happened, certainly before, but also a little after, but I can't remember.
3. House Pieces
At the dinner table at home of parents, me and brothers both, on the side closer to the kitchen, at the table, having pieces with buildings depicted on them. D on my right side with his piece, N with his to the left. Me in the middle, and my piece is the smallest. The pieces are white and the lines are in black. They represent our shares or houses, and even when I am the one overseeing this process of sharing, I end up with the smallest, but in the back of my mind I think that it is not necessarily the worst.
Then I see that the pieces belong together and I place them next to each other, although the sizes do not agree, but all are square or rectangular, and I see a common line linking them all, and that I find nice a symbolism. I really only see it at the end.
Saturday, 5 October 2013
Back Door to a Parallel World
1. Back from Long Ago
End of a dream. I go back, return, alongside a cafe, something something, which is the shorter route from the world I have been in a long time and now returning from to a realer world.
I can't remember anything from this other world, but when I return from it, I do this by forcing myself and am alone and I pass through a house, which is to me the portal, but even the keeper does not know of it. When I arrive back in the normal world, it is a time of day that the cafe is open but empty, no customers, late afternoon I suspect. The colours here are different than earlier, while earlier the atmosphere was more nighttime, but not too dark.
There is a backdoor through which I enter the realer world, and this is the backdoor of a cafe I often go and I know the owners. The whole way back I carry a coca cola bottle in my right hand, I hold it at the top. It has clear water in it, and the bottle has no labels, but is clear also. I walk briskly with this and I wonder about it. Light.
Nobody expects me when I return, maybe I have been away so long that they forgot about me, that is what I think. And when I pass a closed alleyway beside the cafe, I see in the distance, more to the front of the cafe, Ra, who owns the place, and his helper. They lean back against the bar, all wood, this is all to my left. Maybe they are cleaning glasses. But when I am closer, they don't really respond to my presence, which I found strange. I had expected some reaction. So I pass them and go my own way which is to the right, which leads into another room, but this connects with the outside world, and I can see it through the windows, people walk past this place, on the street, and I am happy to see that, and I am happy to be back and experience the liveliness again.
I don't go outside, but I decide to go straight to my room, which is also on the right, but not as deep to the front as the windows.
I enter the room, which is square and big, and I wonder whether I left the lamp burning, because I see some reflection, and I'm not sure. Maybe it is just a reflection, but I investigate anyway. (And another note but I can't read it). Maybe from this room it is that I see the windows and the outside world. But this is where the dream ends, and I also thought it is stupid of me to check this lamp, why can't I just trust things or leave them as they are.
End of a dream. I go back, return, alongside a cafe, something something, which is the shorter route from the world I have been in a long time and now returning from to a realer world.
I can't remember anything from this other world, but when I return from it, I do this by forcing myself and am alone and I pass through a house, which is to me the portal, but even the keeper does not know of it. When I arrive back in the normal world, it is a time of day that the cafe is open but empty, no customers, late afternoon I suspect. The colours here are different than earlier, while earlier the atmosphere was more nighttime, but not too dark.
There is a backdoor through which I enter the realer world, and this is the backdoor of a cafe I often go and I know the owners. The whole way back I carry a coca cola bottle in my right hand, I hold it at the top. It has clear water in it, and the bottle has no labels, but is clear also. I walk briskly with this and I wonder about it. Light.
Nobody expects me when I return, maybe I have been away so long that they forgot about me, that is what I think. And when I pass a closed alleyway beside the cafe, I see in the distance, more to the front of the cafe, Ra, who owns the place, and his helper. They lean back against the bar, all wood, this is all to my left. Maybe they are cleaning glasses. But when I am closer, they don't really respond to my presence, which I found strange. I had expected some reaction. So I pass them and go my own way which is to the right, which leads into another room, but this connects with the outside world, and I can see it through the windows, people walk past this place, on the street, and I am happy to see that, and I am happy to be back and experience the liveliness again.
I don't go outside, but I decide to go straight to my room, which is also on the right, but not as deep to the front as the windows.
I enter the room, which is square and big, and I wonder whether I left the lamp burning, because I see some reflection, and I'm not sure. Maybe it is just a reflection, but I investigate anyway. (And another note but I can't read it). Maybe from this room it is that I see the windows and the outside world. But this is where the dream ends, and I also thought it is stupid of me to check this lamp, why can't I just trust things or leave them as they are.
Girl Cat
1. Ghosts and Wolves
Light, silvery. Peaceful because deserted, on a height, city, end of it, street, on the right a big building, go inside, am there with maybe one or two other people, friends, among which later Divh. And the building was empty, only four walls, but the floor was interesting, because ghosts appeared from it. These were not human, but elongated blobs with faces, rather cute. In twos and threes, but not crowded. Can't remember what I thought about it, but knew that it was there. (Spookjes). Like in Ghostbusters.
At some point I go outside, there is a dog and a wolf to the right, higher up. They are alone, maybe werewolves, and maybe owned by someone but I can't remember seeing someone. I am not sure if I have to be afraid of them or not, but after a while I am more at ease because they don't approach me and I walk more freely. There was another wolf dog closer by, but this must have been mine.
Then back inside, same thing, was like a game.
2. Cat Becomes a Girl
Dream about the cat V. Bale is in the neighbourhood. I take very good care of her in the veranda, as I used to do. With me this works perfectly, because I know she can be difficult, and does not want other people to touch her easily, but with me that is not a problem.
Towards the end of the dream she grows up into a small girl, who is nice, young, and blond. Maybe eight years?
3. Do Not Fill In Your Tax Form
At sea, which is a corner, from where I'm standing. Someone says that he will not fill his revenue statement, or maybe he means none of us should.
Brother D and Pese are here, and dad. Clear, and same atmosphere seeing the sea as in dream 1. Calm, light same.
4. Delft
Dream about Delft the city in Holland. I know someone who will go there as a tourist and give information. I see the canals very clearly in the dream, but now I see them on the map they are more clear than when I was actually there. Canals at one point on the map arranged in parallel lines, perpendicular to reality.
Light, silvery. Peaceful because deserted, on a height, city, end of it, street, on the right a big building, go inside, am there with maybe one or two other people, friends, among which later Divh. And the building was empty, only four walls, but the floor was interesting, because ghosts appeared from it. These were not human, but elongated blobs with faces, rather cute. In twos and threes, but not crowded. Can't remember what I thought about it, but knew that it was there. (Spookjes). Like in Ghostbusters.
At some point I go outside, there is a dog and a wolf to the right, higher up. They are alone, maybe werewolves, and maybe owned by someone but I can't remember seeing someone. I am not sure if I have to be afraid of them or not, but after a while I am more at ease because they don't approach me and I walk more freely. There was another wolf dog closer by, but this must have been mine.
Then back inside, same thing, was like a game.
2. Cat Becomes a Girl
Dream about the cat V. Bale is in the neighbourhood. I take very good care of her in the veranda, as I used to do. With me this works perfectly, because I know she can be difficult, and does not want other people to touch her easily, but with me that is not a problem.
Towards the end of the dream she grows up into a small girl, who is nice, young, and blond. Maybe eight years?
3. Do Not Fill In Your Tax Form
At sea, which is a corner, from where I'm standing. Someone says that he will not fill his revenue statement, or maybe he means none of us should.
Brother D and Pese are here, and dad. Clear, and same atmosphere seeing the sea as in dream 1. Calm, light same.
4. Delft
Dream about Delft the city in Holland. I know someone who will go there as a tourist and give information. I see the canals very clearly in the dream, but now I see them on the map they are more clear than when I was actually there. Canals at one point on the map arranged in parallel lines, perpendicular to reality.
Thursday, 3 October 2013
Juniper Massage
1. Key
Paying books, takes a long time, waiting till all has arrived.
Something about a swop. All books are set against only one. I hold that one as important as all the rest together, I can't part of that one book, and all the others are not important. Tama is there. Calculations between the many books and the one don't agree. Doesn't work out. Dark.
So, one other book. Laughing. Paying then.
And my personal quest is outside, through a village and its country side.
There is a key which is hidden. This key has been handed down from generation to generation in this area. I am now locating it, hope to find it.
I walk. There is a slope, grass, a bent in the road, wide. Colourful and light.
2. Tickets for a Massage
Street in a city, there is a new shop, I enter. Something about a massage. The street reminds me of the shopping street and pedestrian area of Diestsestraat. Sunny day and I see this place, door in the middle, windows on left and right, with dark leather seats, a woman to each, and white towels. Clearly this is a kind of wellness centre. I know about the place but I have not been here before. Now I go in.
In fact, I have coupons that I hope to use here, which is why I try my luck. When I enter I am happy not many other people are around. I got two vouchers with me, and two others that come along with it, both orange coloured, but the second set is darker. Small, like stamps, but rectangular. Each coupon is good for a fifteen minute massage. I am looking forward to an hour then.
I wait inside, not to deep in the shop yet. Bale is also there. And Frre, because she knows about the coupons and so on.
At last it is my turn. I have been standing idly the whole time and have seen only the two ladies that work here, and my own friends. But now the employees make clear that they don't have much time and that I also cannot use the second set of coupons, but that means I can still enjoy half an hour. This they cannot refuse. They shook their head first.
I am ready to be handled. I have not only the coupons with me in my hand, but have also a rather big and clumsy office folder with me, such as I use for press documents or Frre has for all kinds of papers. There must be a link with press. I have these with me for a reason, but once the massage starts it makes no sense and I don't have it with me anymore.
Since both ladies are free, it is not clear who will tend to me. The lady who was in the right window when I entered is my favourite, though they are both beautiful. In the meanwhile I have seen deeper in the shop, there are also two men working here, further in the back to the right. And a lady boss, who happens to be dressed as a pirate (this is already late in the dream). Those two men do some special treatment there with a very large water bed kind of thing which I don't see but the info that it is there is communicated to me. I don't go there, I don't want to.
So, eventually I am the one making the choice, and I go for the one I fancy and she is okay with it, and I go sit in her seat, which is still the same and in the same corner at the window. The girl has difficulties starting with me. She asks her colleague for advice a few times. One of the things she wants is Juniper, which might be some kind of oil that she'll be using. There was another kind too, but I can't remember. Anyway, the colleague advises against juniper, but this girl insists. Someone else who came with me to the shop also says no to the use of juniper, because it sticks (?).
Then the girl joins me in the seat and there is less room, and our legs become strangled, and a minute later another girl too sits in front of me, so I share the seat with two beautiful women. And to hold on and sit comfortably, I have to touch the knee of this girl I fancy, which is rather sexy.
The other girl starts saying thing and she sounds like an oracle. It was actually meaningful to me, but I can't remember what she said, only that she talked a lot and repeated herself, and the other girl listened. She oracled something like "messy", meaning that I'm not tidy, it was meaningful in the dream and I think I could actually relate it to real life.
The girl I fancy has her legs bare, and in fact I'm not wearing pants at this point. I slide my hand underneath her leg first, and stay close to my own body, but even that is stimulating, so I decide to put my hand on her knee, which is so soft and smooth and exciting that it almost turns into a wet dream, and I must class it as such, even though I barely spilled, because I could interrupt it. Of course that is where it ends.
3. Running Nose
Fragments.
Wory was there and I said to him: why don't you write a book? This was at a table, he on my left, Keva on my right opposite me. And I did not want Wory in my neighbourhood, so I said something like that to have him back off, but of course he already wrote a book.
Other fragment. I watch myself in the mirror and my nose is running, this is in the bathroom where I live, and I have a cloth to tend myself, but I tend to my lips, my mouth and lips are really big.
Paying books, takes a long time, waiting till all has arrived.
Something about a swop. All books are set against only one. I hold that one as important as all the rest together, I can't part of that one book, and all the others are not important. Tama is there. Calculations between the many books and the one don't agree. Doesn't work out. Dark.
So, one other book. Laughing. Paying then.
And my personal quest is outside, through a village and its country side.
There is a key which is hidden. This key has been handed down from generation to generation in this area. I am now locating it, hope to find it.
I walk. There is a slope, grass, a bent in the road, wide. Colourful and light.
2. Tickets for a Massage
Street in a city, there is a new shop, I enter. Something about a massage. The street reminds me of the shopping street and pedestrian area of Diestsestraat. Sunny day and I see this place, door in the middle, windows on left and right, with dark leather seats, a woman to each, and white towels. Clearly this is a kind of wellness centre. I know about the place but I have not been here before. Now I go in.
In fact, I have coupons that I hope to use here, which is why I try my luck. When I enter I am happy not many other people are around. I got two vouchers with me, and two others that come along with it, both orange coloured, but the second set is darker. Small, like stamps, but rectangular. Each coupon is good for a fifteen minute massage. I am looking forward to an hour then.
I wait inside, not to deep in the shop yet. Bale is also there. And Frre, because she knows about the coupons and so on.
At last it is my turn. I have been standing idly the whole time and have seen only the two ladies that work here, and my own friends. But now the employees make clear that they don't have much time and that I also cannot use the second set of coupons, but that means I can still enjoy half an hour. This they cannot refuse. They shook their head first.
I am ready to be handled. I have not only the coupons with me in my hand, but have also a rather big and clumsy office folder with me, such as I use for press documents or Frre has for all kinds of papers. There must be a link with press. I have these with me for a reason, but once the massage starts it makes no sense and I don't have it with me anymore.
Since both ladies are free, it is not clear who will tend to me. The lady who was in the right window when I entered is my favourite, though they are both beautiful. In the meanwhile I have seen deeper in the shop, there are also two men working here, further in the back to the right. And a lady boss, who happens to be dressed as a pirate (this is already late in the dream). Those two men do some special treatment there with a very large water bed kind of thing which I don't see but the info that it is there is communicated to me. I don't go there, I don't want to.
So, eventually I am the one making the choice, and I go for the one I fancy and she is okay with it, and I go sit in her seat, which is still the same and in the same corner at the window. The girl has difficulties starting with me. She asks her colleague for advice a few times. One of the things she wants is Juniper, which might be some kind of oil that she'll be using. There was another kind too, but I can't remember. Anyway, the colleague advises against juniper, but this girl insists. Someone else who came with me to the shop also says no to the use of juniper, because it sticks (?).
Then the girl joins me in the seat and there is less room, and our legs become strangled, and a minute later another girl too sits in front of me, so I share the seat with two beautiful women. And to hold on and sit comfortably, I have to touch the knee of this girl I fancy, which is rather sexy.
The other girl starts saying thing and she sounds like an oracle. It was actually meaningful to me, but I can't remember what she said, only that she talked a lot and repeated herself, and the other girl listened. She oracled something like "messy", meaning that I'm not tidy, it was meaningful in the dream and I think I could actually relate it to real life.
The girl I fancy has her legs bare, and in fact I'm not wearing pants at this point. I slide my hand underneath her leg first, and stay close to my own body, but even that is stimulating, so I decide to put my hand on her knee, which is so soft and smooth and exciting that it almost turns into a wet dream, and I must class it as such, even though I barely spilled, because I could interrupt it. Of course that is where it ends.
3. Running Nose
Fragments.
Wory was there and I said to him: why don't you write a book? This was at a table, he on my left, Keva on my right opposite me. And I did not want Wory in my neighbourhood, so I said something like that to have him back off, but of course he already wrote a book.
Other fragment. I watch myself in the mirror and my nose is running, this is in the bathroom where I live, and I have a cloth to tend myself, but I tend to my lips, my mouth and lips are really big.
Wednesday, 2 October 2013
A Balloon Ride with the King
1. Black Gay and Haunted Concert
Big hall with sections like a library, but full of school books, dark, reds.
Upstairs in my college apartment, I wake up after a night of going out, and a black man my age is in my bed too. In the dream I know him, but this I find a bit too familiar, though I must have agreed to it for the time being, but now with the morning not anymore. He is obviously gay and everyone knows, I don't mind if he sleeps one night in my room or bed, but that's it. I went out the night before with him. He has short hair, shaved. Nothing happened in the night, but in the morning I still make clear to him in words that I'm not gay.
He feels a little guilty, while it really does not matter to me.
I make myself ready to get up. White socks, which I already wear and then I put big grey ones of wool on top of that. The room is nice by the way, long and one room with all the facilities, bed is in the middle on the right, left side is the outside wall with windows, back side is entry, stairs.
(Can't read notes then).
Downstairs. Things are very busy, because of the schoolbooks, it is like I am the only one there who has nothing to do with these kind of books, but all the other young people run about like ants. But I helped organize this so that is why I am here.
I walk through the hall.
Later I go to a cafe, house, small training hall maybe, there will be gigs. We arrive there early, by car. Can't remember who was with me, but later certainly D, and later Soro too. The place is kind of creepy, and I know from another time that it is haunted, but we have some appointment or other or were invited. When we arrive we go inside, inside it is open, no roof and the building is on a hill in the woods on a top and looks a bit like a ruin, English country side. Dark already, nightfall.
The host guides us and I know we will have to be cautious because it is haunted, and the longer we stand there listening to the man, the more dead people gather, first one, then another, sometimes in twos or threes, never very close. I know they are harmless, but I don't want to be touched by them anyway, so I move everytime. We stay because we want to hear the music. Maybe something with Michael Jackson.
But also a person named Feynman is mentioned, by one of the men who came with us. He will come later.
Now it gets kind of full and there is no way you can move around without bumping into another person. All the other persons are ghosts. There is an upstairs walk. D and S take this at some point.
At some point I get a present from someone, a lute of some kind, wood all the way, no strings, this looks like a sculpture. I don't really know what it is, but the person giving it to me thinks it is valuable, and I accept, I think it is nice. And it is really carved well, but it is certainly not a musical instrument, more like a piece of art.
When the house is full, the music starts. I see Evvh and go after her, upstairs, not sure if I want to bother her, then I reconsider and ask her if she wants to dance with me. She says no, but I stay with her, so I can touch her.
Beha is also there, and a friend on a motorcycle, who might be this Feynman.
2. King in a Balloon
Upstairs room full of people, light, windows, something like a reception, party.
At some point the king, new king of belgium, F, will take the lift downstairs. I was thinking the same thing at the same time so I follow. We wait for the lift to open. He goes in first, but then other people want to join him of course. There is also a man who guides him all the way. I enter the lift as well, which is rather spacious, but already a step down when you enter. I had not expected so many other people would come along.
Then we are on our way, first a little downward, vertically, then horizontally and very fast, and I can see that this is some sort of cabin, there are air vents on top all the way around, and from there I can see outside and what I expected is a fact, this is a balloon. We are in a balloon's basket, only hyper modern, closed on all sides and very big, metal. But the wind you can feel in the cabin, because of the vents.
At that moment I feel very honoured to be there with the king. At the end of the little tour we go back and I see what is outside while we are still flying. And there is a tall building in the way which I think was the idea to go over it, but we stop in front because we have already lost altitude, I think that is a wise decision.
This is now the entry of the university of Leuven, the science department, and people are waiting outside already, to receive the king. Physics department.
We all disembark.
Later I watch a film and there are stairs and I put on socks on the stairs, and we see the film in different phases, first one piece, then another. I had got free tickets, but even without those I would have gone, because it was reserved for me anyway, but now the king also deals out tickets to other people, orange ones and dark orange ones. School. Seen many parts of the film, but not the end yet, maybe reminds me of Chwe. That is where the dream ends, last dream and I have to get up.
Big hall with sections like a library, but full of school books, dark, reds.
Upstairs in my college apartment, I wake up after a night of going out, and a black man my age is in my bed too. In the dream I know him, but this I find a bit too familiar, though I must have agreed to it for the time being, but now with the morning not anymore. He is obviously gay and everyone knows, I don't mind if he sleeps one night in my room or bed, but that's it. I went out the night before with him. He has short hair, shaved. Nothing happened in the night, but in the morning I still make clear to him in words that I'm not gay.
He feels a little guilty, while it really does not matter to me.
I make myself ready to get up. White socks, which I already wear and then I put big grey ones of wool on top of that. The room is nice by the way, long and one room with all the facilities, bed is in the middle on the right, left side is the outside wall with windows, back side is entry, stairs.
(Can't read notes then).
Downstairs. Things are very busy, because of the schoolbooks, it is like I am the only one there who has nothing to do with these kind of books, but all the other young people run about like ants. But I helped organize this so that is why I am here.
I walk through the hall.
Later I go to a cafe, house, small training hall maybe, there will be gigs. We arrive there early, by car. Can't remember who was with me, but later certainly D, and later Soro too. The place is kind of creepy, and I know from another time that it is haunted, but we have some appointment or other or were invited. When we arrive we go inside, inside it is open, no roof and the building is on a hill in the woods on a top and looks a bit like a ruin, English country side. Dark already, nightfall.
The host guides us and I know we will have to be cautious because it is haunted, and the longer we stand there listening to the man, the more dead people gather, first one, then another, sometimes in twos or threes, never very close. I know they are harmless, but I don't want to be touched by them anyway, so I move everytime. We stay because we want to hear the music. Maybe something with Michael Jackson.
But also a person named Feynman is mentioned, by one of the men who came with us. He will come later.
Now it gets kind of full and there is no way you can move around without bumping into another person. All the other persons are ghosts. There is an upstairs walk. D and S take this at some point.
When the house is full, the music starts. I see Evvh and go after her, upstairs, not sure if I want to bother her, then I reconsider and ask her if she wants to dance with me. She says no, but I stay with her, so I can touch her.
Beha is also there, and a friend on a motorcycle, who might be this Feynman.
2. King in a Balloon
Upstairs room full of people, light, windows, something like a reception, party.
At some point the king, new king of belgium, F, will take the lift downstairs. I was thinking the same thing at the same time so I follow. We wait for the lift to open. He goes in first, but then other people want to join him of course. There is also a man who guides him all the way. I enter the lift as well, which is rather spacious, but already a step down when you enter. I had not expected so many other people would come along.
Then we are on our way, first a little downward, vertically, then horizontally and very fast, and I can see that this is some sort of cabin, there are air vents on top all the way around, and from there I can see outside and what I expected is a fact, this is a balloon. We are in a balloon's basket, only hyper modern, closed on all sides and very big, metal. But the wind you can feel in the cabin, because of the vents.
At that moment I feel very honoured to be there with the king. At the end of the little tour we go back and I see what is outside while we are still flying. And there is a tall building in the way which I think was the idea to go over it, but we stop in front because we have already lost altitude, I think that is a wise decision.
This is now the entry of the university of Leuven, the science department, and people are waiting outside already, to receive the king. Physics department.
We all disembark.
Later I watch a film and there are stairs and I put on socks on the stairs, and we see the film in different phases, first one piece, then another. I had got free tickets, but even without those I would have gone, because it was reserved for me anyway, but now the king also deals out tickets to other people, orange ones and dark orange ones. School. Seen many parts of the film, but not the end yet, maybe reminds me of Chwe. That is where the dream ends, last dream and I have to get up.
Tuesday, 1 October 2013
Sneak in Jump Out
1. Don't Interrupt the Customer
Last dream of the night and only one I was aware of.
In the shop, behind the counter, dark, I'm in a hurry. I have some dispute with Keva, because he wants to take money from the till to buy cd's with. I won't allow it.
He already has some cd's with him. My cd's are among them, for example the blue red one of Kataclysm, which is death metal.
There is a lady customer who buys something and she pays with card, while at the same time Keva wants her money (can't read note well), point is that he disturbs the transaction and this is difficult for me to keep him of and attend to the customer, while the till is open and free for Keva to take what he wants.
But I don't want to and cannot split my attention. So a discussion starts between Keva and me and the customer is in between, which is what I wanted to avoid.
Brva is there. She has something something and is the only one who must have lunch break (maybe this is me), and Brva is the one who is going to stand in.
When she comes behind the counter and I am ready to leave I am still there a moment and spend some time with her, just a minute or two, stroking her back with my hand, right hand, am on the left.
List is also there, she comes with a new edition of Ruby Red, this is a package, sealed with plastic, and has a marker in it and something else, maybe a dvd or a notebook, and the book cover is yellow not red.
Earlier something about Christmas fair in Leuven, and also being in London, maybe drizzle.
Other fragment. Taxi, with brother D. I help him, and he is running from something.
I am hungry, it is night, 5pm, and I can go home early, enter the office, inside, outside. I am welcomed by someone who works here and incidentally goes out, that is why he opens the door when I enter.
And outside, or when I want to get back outside I go through the window or glass door, which is barred, but I jump over the bar.
The thing is that I don't work here and I don't have a pass, id, or badge. So, how do I get in if I have to be inside? I go in when another person leaves. And how do I get out? Rather in an anarchistic way. Yet when I was inside there was nothing for me to do.
Other fragment was about the etymology of Aegir and Aegaean sea, which both go back to an Indo European root *egwe.
Last dream of the night and only one I was aware of.
In the shop, behind the counter, dark, I'm in a hurry. I have some dispute with Keva, because he wants to take money from the till to buy cd's with. I won't allow it.
He already has some cd's with him. My cd's are among them, for example the blue red one of Kataclysm, which is death metal.
There is a lady customer who buys something and she pays with card, while at the same time Keva wants her money (can't read note well), point is that he disturbs the transaction and this is difficult for me to keep him of and attend to the customer, while the till is open and free for Keva to take what he wants.
But I don't want to and cannot split my attention. So a discussion starts between Keva and me and the customer is in between, which is what I wanted to avoid.
Brva is there. She has something something and is the only one who must have lunch break (maybe this is me), and Brva is the one who is going to stand in.
When she comes behind the counter and I am ready to leave I am still there a moment and spend some time with her, just a minute or two, stroking her back with my hand, right hand, am on the left.
List is also there, she comes with a new edition of Ruby Red, this is a package, sealed with plastic, and has a marker in it and something else, maybe a dvd or a notebook, and the book cover is yellow not red.
Earlier something about Christmas fair in Leuven, and also being in London, maybe drizzle.
Other fragment. Taxi, with brother D. I help him, and he is running from something.
I am hungry, it is night, 5pm, and I can go home early, enter the office, inside, outside. I am welcomed by someone who works here and incidentally goes out, that is why he opens the door when I enter.
And outside, or when I want to get back outside I go through the window or glass door, which is barred, but I jump over the bar.
The thing is that I don't work here and I don't have a pass, id, or badge. So, how do I get in if I have to be inside? I go in when another person leaves. And how do I get out? Rather in an anarchistic way. Yet when I was inside there was nothing for me to do.
Other fragment was about the etymology of Aegir and Aegaean sea, which both go back to an Indo European root *egwe.
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