1. Heathens
At the end of the last dream, Asgr was there, inside, a house, maybe hers. Dark environment, other people were there, table, greens and browns. By the window. Maybe her son, or in her arms, which made her say something about religion or heathens which made me reply. Maybe the discussion was about heathens, and at least did she use the word heathen twice. And I wanted to correct her because the word has different meaning for me and I have some respect for it, and I talked a little about belief I think.
Thursday, 14 August 2014
Wednesday, 13 August 2014
Out of Order Toilet
1. Toilet out of Order
At my parents' place, I was in the bathroom, light, by day, maybe early morning. I went to the toilet, there was already shit in it, and possibly it was mine. I went anyway, then I tried to flush, but it only became more. This was filthy. Then I waited and tried again a little later, but it was stuck and more water build, shit was floating abundantly in the toilet. Then my youngest brother came in. I was doing something else at the sink, washing my hands probably. I was going to be open about it, so I went to look again to the toilet, no improvement. I did saw one big roll of shit on the side, not even in the toilet. I had no idea how I could get rid of this all.
2. Aquamarine
In a dream I opened my money pouch and there were about three beads of aquamarine in it. That is more than I remembered having. But some looked odd, as if they had some mechanic working, bead in a bead or something.
3. Sovo
Last fragment, Sovo was there.
At my parents' place, I was in the bathroom, light, by day, maybe early morning. I went to the toilet, there was already shit in it, and possibly it was mine. I went anyway, then I tried to flush, but it only became more. This was filthy. Then I waited and tried again a little later, but it was stuck and more water build, shit was floating abundantly in the toilet. Then my youngest brother came in. I was doing something else at the sink, washing my hands probably. I was going to be open about it, so I went to look again to the toilet, no improvement. I did saw one big roll of shit on the side, not even in the toilet. I had no idea how I could get rid of this all.
2. Aquamarine
In a dream I opened my money pouch and there were about three beads of aquamarine in it. That is more than I remembered having. But some looked odd, as if they had some mechanic working, bead in a bead or something.
3. Sovo
Last fragment, Sovo was there.
Thursday, 7 August 2014
Phone Game
1. 2048
Fragment of dream. Playing 2048, but different square. All were grey squares. And when I opened the game, there was already a lot of numbers in it, but in such a way that in one swoop I would be able to reduce it to half and get a lot of points. So after a moment's hesitation, I do that, and I end up with four adjacent squares with numbers, which is one row, and they are in the upper row. Then suddenly the rest of the square just disappears and I am left with that row of four. But it also means I am stuck now.
2. Last Breath
Late dream after being awake before. On a weekend or something, city, foreign, abroad, maybe Spain. Table in one room, and Fras is there, and we have gathered here for her. In the other room, to the right, I was earlier, and drew pictures. Now we assemble at the big table, lots of folk, to eat together. I am in a hurry, and so must Fras be, because we have an appointment somewhere and we must leave soon.
Then she starts saying things that last time she had a fit things were very bad, and that the next time will surely mean her end, and people start to worry suddenly. Her appearance is very different, I don't recognize her, she is an other lady, and wears thick red lipstick. Like a sick woman. Lots of makeup to cover for the real damage.
She says everything will be okay, because Ca, from taiji, and he lives in Portugal, will take her home on Thursday. In the dream, Thursday is in a day or two. And it means that Ca will drive her in his car from Spain to Belgium or Holland.
I'm rather worried and I would like to get to the appointment with her. This is something between her and me.
Fragment of dream. Playing 2048, but different square. All were grey squares. And when I opened the game, there was already a lot of numbers in it, but in such a way that in one swoop I would be able to reduce it to half and get a lot of points. So after a moment's hesitation, I do that, and I end up with four adjacent squares with numbers, which is one row, and they are in the upper row. Then suddenly the rest of the square just disappears and I am left with that row of four. But it also means I am stuck now.
2. Last Breath
Late dream after being awake before. On a weekend or something, city, foreign, abroad, maybe Spain. Table in one room, and Fras is there, and we have gathered here for her. In the other room, to the right, I was earlier, and drew pictures. Now we assemble at the big table, lots of folk, to eat together. I am in a hurry, and so must Fras be, because we have an appointment somewhere and we must leave soon.
Then she starts saying things that last time she had a fit things were very bad, and that the next time will surely mean her end, and people start to worry suddenly. Her appearance is very different, I don't recognize her, she is an other lady, and wears thick red lipstick. Like a sick woman. Lots of makeup to cover for the real damage.
She says everything will be okay, because Ca, from taiji, and he lives in Portugal, will take her home on Thursday. In the dream, Thursday is in a day or two. And it means that Ca will drive her in his car from Spain to Belgium or Holland.
I'm rather worried and I would like to get to the appointment with her. This is something between her and me.
Tuesday, 5 August 2014
Kitchen Knife Suicide
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.
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.
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.
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