1. The Way
Middle of the night, at house of parents, I am in my bedroom, but then I hear my parents are up and I go look. They're in the kitchen, my mom has a large kitchen knife and she slits the left wrist of my dad, in the dangerous direction, the right direction.
I go to them because I want to stop my mom. My dad then goes to the hallway where he will call the medics, and I face my mom. She comes at me but slowly. There is a clear desperation in her eyes and movement. I fear slightly that she will cut me knowing that I cannot die in dreams. I slowly back however, and try to look for a way to make the knife harmless. We are very close. Then we are at the kitchen door. When she comes forward with the knife I make it so that the knife gets stuck in the wooden door frame, and I hook it behind the wood where the hilt of the knife is. This way I should be safe, but I don't feel safe, the danger is not over, she is still out of her mind.
My dad comes back at some point saying that we have to take her to a place called Le Chemin. And I know this is a place for old people, or despairing people, maybe psychiatric. Can't remember now. My dad is fine, he phoned the hospital for mom. She has to be removed.
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yesterday's dream was about sofo (or maybe the day before) and the attraction is such that we cannot but hug, this time sincerely. And I let her take the initiative.
a few days before that in france, there was sofo in the room I was sleeping, and behind it was a field, some sf effects, the plants were very outlandish, she comes round again into my room, and eventually we hug, but for me this does not yet feel good. I record the dreams here anyway.
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
Rosemary Fire
1. Thumb Spirit and Rosemary Fire
Outside, light, green, hill and ditch, field with hay, long grass. I am across a street or see across of me, there is also a tree, a creature not bigger than my thumb, it sort of radiates light so I know it is a spirit. It makes a fire, I see it gathers rosemary needles for it, I think that is genius. There is another creature about the same size that joins him. I know them both. They don't belong to each other, but now they happen to meet, possibly because I am there, since one of them might be a familiar.
Then the first one, who is the original, he goes across the street, possibly passes me, and gathers long stalks of grass, it is normal grass to me but I see it from his perspective, and the stalks are much too long for him, I don't know why he does that, maybe because he wants to make an impression.
They make a second pile, this one high, even for me, but I think the first one was cute. Later I try to make more direct contact with the thumb spirit, I have a feeling that this spirit has something to do with sexuality. I don't know if I can make them do anything for me.
2. Case of Death
L Alda died or someone he was acquainted with. This kept people busy, though I think he himself was present as well. Outside, light, green, maybe camping.
3. CD
Something about Anne Clark, maybe cd, or she was singing, was she in the dream? Or someone had a cd that reminded me of her? Maybe this was at the camp. I think it made me more able to mix with the people.
Outside, light, green, hill and ditch, field with hay, long grass. I am across a street or see across of me, there is also a tree, a creature not bigger than my thumb, it sort of radiates light so I know it is a spirit. It makes a fire, I see it gathers rosemary needles for it, I think that is genius. There is another creature about the same size that joins him. I know them both. They don't belong to each other, but now they happen to meet, possibly because I am there, since one of them might be a familiar.
Then the first one, who is the original, he goes across the street, possibly passes me, and gathers long stalks of grass, it is normal grass to me but I see it from his perspective, and the stalks are much too long for him, I don't know why he does that, maybe because he wants to make an impression.
They make a second pile, this one high, even for me, but I think the first one was cute. Later I try to make more direct contact with the thumb spirit, I have a feeling that this spirit has something to do with sexuality. I don't know if I can make them do anything for me.
2. Case of Death
L Alda died or someone he was acquainted with. This kept people busy, though I think he himself was present as well. Outside, light, green, maybe camping.
3. CD
Something about Anne Clark, maybe cd, or she was singing, was she in the dream? Or someone had a cd that reminded me of her? Maybe this was at the camp. I think it made me more able to mix with the people.
Sunday, 27 July 2014
Withhold Arrow Shot through Window
1. Arrow Shot and Eldest Cousin
End of a dream, but very lucid.
I am in my own apartment. Kitchen, window. Bale is there. We talk about something. There is a hole in the window, rather clean, as if I have shot an arrow through the window in the past. At some point I want to prove something, and take my bow and arrow. I have already second thoughts. My bow is on the floor. It is a powerful bow, and I think there will be too much power if I draw that string, so I leave that on the floor or put it back and opt for the small toy bow. I take it and am aiming the whole time in my mind. I put an arrow on the string and pull slightly and already feel that there is too much power, this will never end well.
Also I am thinking, it is no good if I break that window. This window is not mine. And I don't want to live without the window. So I don't shoot. Although I have the feeling that I shot a little bit already, though I have the arrow still on the string, some of the power has already shot through the window and I see that just that is dangerous, so I hold and put it back. Maybe I'm a coward. I do think about what it would effect if I had shot through the window. (But I think it will just have been broken).
Then the scene changes, to the wall, to the right, and Bale is now in sight and helps me with something. So our attention is drawn elsewhere. And I still think we are muddling along, or being slow, I just go along, she helps me. The wall is brown of wood and there is a cloth like a curtain, of velvet, which is dark green, a nice colour, and first I take it of the top, the rail above, because it is not well hung, and I want to do it properly, maybe I am on a step or something.
The room is bigger, and more open. The colours are very different than just a minute ago.
And now something interesting happens. My cousin Daon enters. I recognize him and am surprise the instant he enters. I can't say hello immediately and he is doing something first, but I want to let him know I am happy to see him. And so when I come down my step I say hello. This is like the second time he enters, but he did not leave the room. And I tell him how long it has been and that I remember his daughter, when she was that big, I show it with my hand measuring from the floor. I don't know what he is doing here. He is like a lost son to the family. And he says it must be six years, but of course it must be longer now.
Can't remember what happened next, maybe more people came in, but it was about the end of the dream.
End of a dream, but very lucid.
I am in my own apartment. Kitchen, window. Bale is there. We talk about something. There is a hole in the window, rather clean, as if I have shot an arrow through the window in the past. At some point I want to prove something, and take my bow and arrow. I have already second thoughts. My bow is on the floor. It is a powerful bow, and I think there will be too much power if I draw that string, so I leave that on the floor or put it back and opt for the small toy bow. I take it and am aiming the whole time in my mind. I put an arrow on the string and pull slightly and already feel that there is too much power, this will never end well.
Also I am thinking, it is no good if I break that window. This window is not mine. And I don't want to live without the window. So I don't shoot. Although I have the feeling that I shot a little bit already, though I have the arrow still on the string, some of the power has already shot through the window and I see that just that is dangerous, so I hold and put it back. Maybe I'm a coward. I do think about what it would effect if I had shot through the window. (But I think it will just have been broken).
Then the scene changes, to the wall, to the right, and Bale is now in sight and helps me with something. So our attention is drawn elsewhere. And I still think we are muddling along, or being slow, I just go along, she helps me. The wall is brown of wood and there is a cloth like a curtain, of velvet, which is dark green, a nice colour, and first I take it of the top, the rail above, because it is not well hung, and I want to do it properly, maybe I am on a step or something.
The room is bigger, and more open. The colours are very different than just a minute ago.
And now something interesting happens. My cousin Daon enters. I recognize him and am surprise the instant he enters. I can't say hello immediately and he is doing something first, but I want to let him know I am happy to see him. And so when I come down my step I say hello. This is like the second time he enters, but he did not leave the room. And I tell him how long it has been and that I remember his daughter, when she was that big, I show it with my hand measuring from the floor. I don't know what he is doing here. He is like a lost son to the family. And he says it must be six years, but of course it must be longer now.
Can't remember what happened next, maybe more people came in, but it was about the end of the dream.
Sunday, 6 July 2014
Avoiding Bus Accident
1. Dangerous Bus
Last dream of the night.
Don't remember the start, the middle was in a city, at night, me and a girl, we had business there and have some bags with us when we go home; I can't remember the details of that section. Both on bicycles.
On the way home, it feels like I cycle alone, but the other person is still there, behind me. There is a certain lane, close to where I know people; I keep going, then suddenly I see a bus driving towards me; it startles me, because he speeds and it is a public transport bus, and he drives on the left, and I am on the right, which means he heads right for me; the bus is colourful, I am confused because of it and don't immediately know what to do; I am still cycling at that point, going as far to the right as I can get, but the kerb is too high to get on the footpath. I see that bus coming for me, not stopping, I decide to do something against the rules and go to the left, but I turn rather sharp and actually cross the street that way and at the other side of the street, to the left, I continue a little, just to be sure. There is a bar or pub and people outside, maybe feasting, and I think they must be thinking I'm crazy because you don't do such a thing, it is dangerous. I see the girl who was behind me, who is maybe Chwe, on the other side, the original side, but pressed with her cycle in the hedge, but I could not have gotten there because I the kerb was too high to take with my cycle that quickly. Maybe she was already on the footpath.
I also see that the bus is followed by one or two more. They stop before the place where I am. I know people here and it is okay to be here, although this was not planned. And I don't really connect with the people around.
From the first bus, the Red Devils disembark, the whole team, quite a lot of folk. And they mingle with the people, I also see people from FC De Kampioenen in fact. Them too I know, but I stay quite. The throng is thick at this moment, and I was at the edge, but know it is crowded everywhere, and everyone dressed in red. And drinking and feasting. Maybe doing signatures and so on. I stay where I am and keep silent.
Last dream of the night.
Don't remember the start, the middle was in a city, at night, me and a girl, we had business there and have some bags with us when we go home; I can't remember the details of that section. Both on bicycles.
On the way home, it feels like I cycle alone, but the other person is still there, behind me. There is a certain lane, close to where I know people; I keep going, then suddenly I see a bus driving towards me; it startles me, because he speeds and it is a public transport bus, and he drives on the left, and I am on the right, which means he heads right for me; the bus is colourful, I am confused because of it and don't immediately know what to do; I am still cycling at that point, going as far to the right as I can get, but the kerb is too high to get on the footpath. I see that bus coming for me, not stopping, I decide to do something against the rules and go to the left, but I turn rather sharp and actually cross the street that way and at the other side of the street, to the left, I continue a little, just to be sure. There is a bar or pub and people outside, maybe feasting, and I think they must be thinking I'm crazy because you don't do such a thing, it is dangerous. I see the girl who was behind me, who is maybe Chwe, on the other side, the original side, but pressed with her cycle in the hedge, but I could not have gotten there because I the kerb was too high to take with my cycle that quickly. Maybe she was already on the footpath.
I also see that the bus is followed by one or two more. They stop before the place where I am. I know people here and it is okay to be here, although this was not planned. And I don't really connect with the people around.
From the first bus, the Red Devils disembark, the whole team, quite a lot of folk. And they mingle with the people, I also see people from FC De Kampioenen in fact. Them too I know, but I stay quite. The throng is thick at this moment, and I was at the edge, but know it is crowded everywhere, and everyone dressed in red. And drinking and feasting. Maybe doing signatures and so on. I stay where I am and keep silent.
Tuesday, 10 June 2014
Street To Workshop Passing Friends
1. Passing Elro
Last dream. I am in a city going to work or see something, check something, go down the main road, which slopes down, cobbled stones. By day, somewhere late afternoon maybe, or just before noon. Then I happen to pass three people just coming out of doors or getting in their car, and they are Elro, her mother and her sister. The three women see me when I pass them, this is a lucid moment, and I say hello while I keep walking down the hill toward where I wanted to go as if that is much more important. So I pass and we briefly said hello and that was all, but she looked good and it was the first real appearance of her in my dream. And I was in fact on my way to Elro's workshop place knowing that she was not there but checking anyway. When I passed them I realized this had little significance now and I continued anyway, because it is more comfortable to go there when I know she is not there. Then there will be no confrontation.
Last dream. I am in a city going to work or see something, check something, go down the main road, which slopes down, cobbled stones. By day, somewhere late afternoon maybe, or just before noon. Then I happen to pass three people just coming out of doors or getting in their car, and they are Elro, her mother and her sister. The three women see me when I pass them, this is a lucid moment, and I say hello while I keep walking down the hill toward where I wanted to go as if that is much more important. So I pass and we briefly said hello and that was all, but she looked good and it was the first real appearance of her in my dream. And I was in fact on my way to Elro's workshop place knowing that she was not there but checking anyway. When I passed them I realized this had little significance now and I continued anyway, because it is more comfortable to go there when I know she is not there. Then there will be no confrontation.
Tuesday, 3 June 2014
Railroad Street
1. Late Waking
I wake up home in my apartment, I don't know what time it is or whether I should get up to go to work, but I think yes. I have no urge to get up at all. My clock shows the wrong time, other clocks too, I don't know the time, I get a little frustrated. I am still in my bed, everything looks dark.
I share this house, there are my two brothers I believe who also live here. The down story is much larger, lighter, I do my own thing but my brothers are annoyed with me for not cleaning up, not in time, and not thoroughly enough when I do.
At some point I look out of the window. In fact I don't want to get up and know the time, but there must be something I am bound to do today. When I look out I see many things, people run about the street as if it is early in the morning and they go to work. The street is broken up, for some reason the workmen are putting rails there. The whole street is already done, the cover scraped off, and rails instead. In the adjacent street as well. People wait because they don't know if they can pass, then someone does and all the rest follows. Then it's busy down there.
I realize I should be able to see the clock of the library tower. I try to look but it is just behind the buildings. I go back up the stairs to my bedroom, and through a small window there is a small opportunity to see the time, and it is already half past eleven. I should have gone out of doors a long time ago.
I wake up home in my apartment, I don't know what time it is or whether I should get up to go to work, but I think yes. I have no urge to get up at all. My clock shows the wrong time, other clocks too, I don't know the time, I get a little frustrated. I am still in my bed, everything looks dark.
I share this house, there are my two brothers I believe who also live here. The down story is much larger, lighter, I do my own thing but my brothers are annoyed with me for not cleaning up, not in time, and not thoroughly enough when I do.
At some point I look out of the window. In fact I don't want to get up and know the time, but there must be something I am bound to do today. When I look out I see many things, people run about the street as if it is early in the morning and they go to work. The street is broken up, for some reason the workmen are putting rails there. The whole street is already done, the cover scraped off, and rails instead. In the adjacent street as well. People wait because they don't know if they can pass, then someone does and all the rest follows. Then it's busy down there.
I realize I should be able to see the clock of the library tower. I try to look but it is just behind the buildings. I go back up the stairs to my bedroom, and through a small window there is a small opportunity to see the time, and it is already half past eleven. I should have gone out of doors a long time ago.
Monday, 2 June 2014
Angry Girl
1. Angry Friend
Today I dreamed of Bale and she was angry at me, but I stood my ground. Some distance between us, city space, but in the open. She continued to be angry with me, but I patiently waited. Daylight. Maybe about something of the past.
Today I dreamed of Bale and she was angry at me, but I stood my ground. Some distance between us, city space, but in the open. She continued to be angry with me, but I patiently waited. Daylight. Maybe about something of the past.
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