1. Eoten in the Garden
Maybe a nightmare.
I am in the garden of parents, light as by day, but it may be evening. Garden shed. Can't remember what I was doing there. Alone, though brothers are inside. At some point I go inside too, that is when it happens.
We are in the kitchen. I am innocently waiting for our parents to arrive, though subconsciously I know they will not.
From the corners of my eyes I see a giant come from the garden, he is really large. I am not alarmed, but N is. I know we should close the curtains so that the giant does not see us. It is an Eoten. Blue top, maybe yellow trousers. He comes closer. It is only when N starts to panic that I panic too. This is an irrational kind of fear, and now I can't be quick enough to close the curtains, and the doors, I realize. I'm sure he has spotted us. N in the process also makes clear we are alone and our parents will not be coming tonight. We have to lock ourselves in.
I go to the living room and find the French windows open. I try to be quick about it and close it, this is when I am certain that the giant sees me. I know that once he sees us his hunger to devour us will be insatiable and he will not be able to think of anything else. So in a way I am to slow. This is because I did not see danger to begin with. I panic because N instills it in me.
At that point the giant comes still closer and has his head in his hands, so he is headless. I don't know what will happen. I'm sure he eats humans. This is more or less where the dream ends.
I have no idea where he came from. Or what he was looking for.
Tuesday, 1 April 2014
Monday, 31 March 2014
Eagle in a Cage
SATURDAY 29 March 2014
1. Dirt Road
Street of parents. First I cycle towards the fields, pass the house of Stco, more room there than before, large plot of land, things changing, and I see a garden gnome, and feel many more spirits and remember they were there before but hiding, now they come out, slowly.
Field, the road is dirt, I hobble through it on my bicycle anyway. At some point return.
Can't remember what happened next.
2. Eagle Caged
Same dream.
Place I don't know, maybe at the beach, pebbles and then cliffs, mountain wall. We have a shed nearby and take shelter there, there is a bird, possibly mine, an eagle. Shed looks like a cave. Maybe it's raining, but there is much light out too.
Then I decide to take the birds out, there are two now, the other is a hawk or falcon. They are very happy when I do. I cage them anyway, but they are outside now, and they immediately pee from happiness, especially the small bird. And I tilt the cage to get the water out, and place paper on the floor of the bird cage, in both of them, to make it more comfortable for them.
3. Cycling on the Frozen River
Same dream.
There is maybe the dark son of Stco, on his cycle, the two of us are in front of the group, leading and exploring. At some point we take the river route, on the river, because it is frozen, and then you can drive on it. But it has boulders on it sticking out. Then at some point in the river, it is no longer frozen, and we sink, drown, go underwater. I see him change his lower body into that of a mermaid.
Can't remember the rest.
1. Dirt Road
Street of parents. First I cycle towards the fields, pass the house of Stco, more room there than before, large plot of land, things changing, and I see a garden gnome, and feel many more spirits and remember they were there before but hiding, now they come out, slowly.
Field, the road is dirt, I hobble through it on my bicycle anyway. At some point return.
Can't remember what happened next.
2. Eagle Caged
Same dream.
Place I don't know, maybe at the beach, pebbles and then cliffs, mountain wall. We have a shed nearby and take shelter there, there is a bird, possibly mine, an eagle. Shed looks like a cave. Maybe it's raining, but there is much light out too.
Then I decide to take the birds out, there are two now, the other is a hawk or falcon. They are very happy when I do. I cage them anyway, but they are outside now, and they immediately pee from happiness, especially the small bird. And I tilt the cage to get the water out, and place paper on the floor of the bird cage, in both of them, to make it more comfortable for them.
3. Cycling on the Frozen River
Same dream.
There is maybe the dark son of Stco, on his cycle, the two of us are in front of the group, leading and exploring. At some point we take the river route, on the river, because it is frozen, and then you can drive on it. But it has boulders on it sticking out. Then at some point in the river, it is no longer frozen, and we sink, drown, go underwater. I see him change his lower body into that of a mermaid.
Can't remember the rest.
Hands and Kiss
SUNDAY 30 March 2014
1. No effort to touch
In a house, more people around, there is a girl that I don't know well, but I may have met her in the past once. She comes sit next to me, almost, different seat, but we are so close, and both are hands are resting on the table in front of us that I cannot but weave my fingers in hers, and this happens rather spontaneously. I doubt I want to go further, but in the end I have to lean just a little more to her, which is my left, that our lips automatically kiss, so I do that, because it does not take any effort.
1. No effort to touch
In a house, more people around, there is a girl that I don't know well, but I may have met her in the past once. She comes sit next to me, almost, different seat, but we are so close, and both are hands are resting on the table in front of us that I cannot but weave my fingers in hers, and this happens rather spontaneously. I doubt I want to go further, but in the end I have to lean just a little more to her, which is my left, that our lips automatically kiss, so I do that, because it does not take any effort.
Waiting in a House
1. Brva
End of a dream. In a house, other people around, waiting, I had done my part of preparations already and might as well have gone home. Still there, Brva comes in for her part, sits on the table in front of me. We talk, she is more intimate than I would imagine her towards me, I let her but do not actively participate. This goes on for a longer time than I could imagine, and I am thinking things are going better now. Hands on her knees or legs, which might be naked.
End of a dream. In a house, other people around, waiting, I had done my part of preparations already and might as well have gone home. Still there, Brva comes in for her part, sits on the table in front of me. We talk, she is more intimate than I would imagine her towards me, I let her but do not actively participate. This goes on for a longer time than I could imagine, and I am thinking things are going better now. Hands on her knees or legs, which might be naked.
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
Crystal Factory
1. Crystal Factory
One of the later dreams of the night in which I witnessed a rock crystal industry. This was underground, large prisms of crystal, cylindrical, came out of some sort of oven, in which maybe people, two, were working. One man took the crystals from the oven and put them in a place to store them, which was gigantic and went all the way up. It turned constantly and was made of metal. He put the crystals on it and I was amazed to see that they stuck on it and I deduced that some sort of magnetism was at work. The metal was zinc. And the shape of the contraption was weird (maybe residue of watching game of thrones).
I was worried that the magnetism would influence the natural magnetism and its direction of the crystals, but it seemed the normal procedure. Maybe another man was there too to work in team. I was on some sort of step or stairs.
One of the later dreams of the night in which I witnessed a rock crystal industry. This was underground, large prisms of crystal, cylindrical, came out of some sort of oven, in which maybe people, two, were working. One man took the crystals from the oven and put them in a place to store them, which was gigantic and went all the way up. It turned constantly and was made of metal. He put the crystals on it and I was amazed to see that they stuck on it and I deduced that some sort of magnetism was at work. The metal was zinc. And the shape of the contraption was weird (maybe residue of watching game of thrones).
I was worried that the magnetism would influence the natural magnetism and its direction of the crystals, but it seemed the normal procedure. Maybe another man was there too to work in team. I was on some sort of step or stairs.
Friday, 7 March 2014
Unicorn Onslaught
1. Demons from the Walls
When I woke up I remembered two dreams. Now only one, which is the second part of the last dream.
We are gathered in a house, upstairs, which is a terrace, so outside. We are called there. I feel out of place. Daylight. Building in the middle of the city, surrounded by other buildings. Lucid. Can't remember what happened before.
At some point someone starts talking and I am seeing demons and devils. This seeing is linked to what the person says. At once I feel their presence very clearly, as never before, but when I focus on one, it recedes back into the wall. It is like portraits or paintings, or alcoves in the wall in which these demons appear. One is a buck shaped one, reminding me of Pan and the scapegoat. Ochre, yellows, bricks. He comes out of the wall, a living entity, but can never leave it, when I look at it from where I am, it recedes back into the wall. A few times this. I am a little disconcerted by it.
In a later stage, not much later indeed, I think through what the person is saying our mind is projected to one of those portals, opposite of the buck and this place has much room, but for now it is a portal. There is a steep hill, meadow, lush. On the hill is a herd of unicorns, all white and young and very pretty and real. And they are slaughtered, one by one they die, are killed. I look at it and don't know what to think. The only think I can think is that I am relieved some of them still survive. But I am also trying to accept it, which means I am thinking: if this is what is happening, then that is what it is.
The unicorn onslaught felt like a personal attack. A sacred space violated. That is about where the dream ends.
When I woke up I remembered two dreams. Now only one, which is the second part of the last dream.
We are gathered in a house, upstairs, which is a terrace, so outside. We are called there. I feel out of place. Daylight. Building in the middle of the city, surrounded by other buildings. Lucid. Can't remember what happened before.
At some point someone starts talking and I am seeing demons and devils. This seeing is linked to what the person says. At once I feel their presence very clearly, as never before, but when I focus on one, it recedes back into the wall. It is like portraits or paintings, or alcoves in the wall in which these demons appear. One is a buck shaped one, reminding me of Pan and the scapegoat. Ochre, yellows, bricks. He comes out of the wall, a living entity, but can never leave it, when I look at it from where I am, it recedes back into the wall. A few times this. I am a little disconcerted by it.
In a later stage, not much later indeed, I think through what the person is saying our mind is projected to one of those portals, opposite of the buck and this place has much room, but for now it is a portal. There is a steep hill, meadow, lush. On the hill is a herd of unicorns, all white and young and very pretty and real. And they are slaughtered, one by one they die, are killed. I look at it and don't know what to think. The only think I can think is that I am relieved some of them still survive. But I am also trying to accept it, which means I am thinking: if this is what is happening, then that is what it is.
The unicorn onslaught felt like a personal attack. A sacred space violated. That is about where the dream ends.
Saturday, 1 March 2014
Manwolves
1. Woman and Two Wolves
Outside, organized event. Day, light. Group. At the end, maybe after a walk, there is the guide, me, many other people, and a girl who is maybe Inva, who is constantly followed by two wolves, but they look like men. The place is a bit cramped, as if there is not enough space. The wolves stand on two legs, have a yellow brownish complexion, don't talk, and are tall. They are even clothed, though not completely. They grow a lot of hair under their armpits. I find them fascinating.
Earlier there must have been a long way. Also my brother, driving a car, took a small road parallel to the main road, with which I agreed though it was surely the longer and more difficult way.
The wolves. There is one that takes my interest more, and I look at him. Both are male. They listen to the woman well. She walks, they follow, shade of a tree. I in the neighbourhood then. The one wolf notices him, comes closer, I let him. Then eventually he sniffs and his nose, reddish, almost touches mine. I think that is a good sign, so I let him, he does it a second time. That is about where the dream ends.
0.
Yesterday's dream.
1. in the shop, List is back.
2. Long wooden table somewhere, we gather, I sit at the right end, opposite me is Bale, her partner next to her. At some point a girl of woman enters and joins. Bale is happy to see her and says her name, Bene, and because there is no place, she goes sit on my lap. I was upset by the way how I was ignored, certainly by Bale, and surprised that she knew the woman, I recognized her a bit, but don't really know her.
When she is on my lap, it feels very very sensual. In the end I cannot hold back and kiss her bare shoulder on the left, she startles because she had not expected it, certainly not from a stranger, which I am to her. But then she composes again, and at some point she guides my right hand in front of her and between her legs and I find her pussy, and put my finger in it, and it is nice to feel, only that the inside is full of tiny hooks, and it would scrape, I think.
Outside, organized event. Day, light. Group. At the end, maybe after a walk, there is the guide, me, many other people, and a girl who is maybe Inva, who is constantly followed by two wolves, but they look like men. The place is a bit cramped, as if there is not enough space. The wolves stand on two legs, have a yellow brownish complexion, don't talk, and are tall. They are even clothed, though not completely. They grow a lot of hair under their armpits. I find them fascinating.
Earlier there must have been a long way. Also my brother, driving a car, took a small road parallel to the main road, with which I agreed though it was surely the longer and more difficult way.
The wolves. There is one that takes my interest more, and I look at him. Both are male. They listen to the woman well. She walks, they follow, shade of a tree. I in the neighbourhood then. The one wolf notices him, comes closer, I let him. Then eventually he sniffs and his nose, reddish, almost touches mine. I think that is a good sign, so I let him, he does it a second time. That is about where the dream ends.
0.
Yesterday's dream.
1. in the shop, List is back.
2. Long wooden table somewhere, we gather, I sit at the right end, opposite me is Bale, her partner next to her. At some point a girl of woman enters and joins. Bale is happy to see her and says her name, Bene, and because there is no place, she goes sit on my lap. I was upset by the way how I was ignored, certainly by Bale, and surprised that she knew the woman, I recognized her a bit, but don't really know her.
When she is on my lap, it feels very very sensual. In the end I cannot hold back and kiss her bare shoulder on the left, she startles because she had not expected it, certainly not from a stranger, which I am to her. But then she composes again, and at some point she guides my right hand in front of her and between her legs and I find her pussy, and put my finger in it, and it is nice to feel, only that the inside is full of tiny hooks, and it would scrape, I think.
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