Drunken and Driving

1. Shall we Drive after Drinking?

Very relaxed atmosphere. My brother, N, is there. And a lady friend of mine, which feels like Feve. There's more people. Table. Simple room. Happy. Green colour background.

We're drunk or we almost are and laugh and discuss the drive home, saying we should not be driving when we've drunk so much. That's where this part ends.

2. Beside the Lake

The next part, I'm in the car, driving through a nature landscape, easy road, night or evening. Lady friend beside me, very comfortable. One way, but meanders a lot, I am drunk, but it is not bad, it does not affect me and I don't get dizzy. We talk. Many turns. Like we make a big loop around somewhere. But in the end we drive passed by a lake of sorts. A body of water. Quite grand and tranquil in the evening. Because I have this reflex with water in dreams I wonder whether I should jump in, but it's not a good idea, since I'm driving, the car wouldn't hold. It's nice though, I think in the dream, to see some water at all.

3. Cat on my Chest

Bed. Cat. Crawls on top of me. I don't struggle but let him do like he wishes. He's on my chest, lies down. I let him be.

In the Garden

1. Colours in the Basement

I am beneath the house, the basement, where it is dark, but warm and cosy, the light has a purple shine. Everything looks a bit mysterious. Someone else is in the room. A blond woman. I see she has a baby with her, wrapped in cloth. There's no furniture, so we're all on the floor. Once I realize she has a baby, I have one of my own, wrapped in the same way, as if this is a competition or a way of communication. Not a word is said, but there is communication, dialogue. The blankets are colourful and abundant.

(I remember, in the dream, I started to backtrack my dreams of the night, this being the last one at that moment, as if I were writing them down in a journal. Now I can't remember them, but the feel about them was all the same, as if it was in the garden of my parents' home, even the part in the basement felt like that. I felt like one big dream. I think in the night, I went over three or four dreams.)

2. Buying Magazines

We're outside. Deserted place, though in town, we cross a large square. Empty place. 

It is me and a friend. The man is older than me and is able to teach me. I have much respect for him. We walk towards the entrance. There is a glass building you have to pass through to get to the other side. A little before we get there, there is a boot, rather clean and sterile too. You can buy newspapers there. The man does that. I smile to myself, because I knew he would. I flick through the papers. There is no-one to sell them. You have to put coin in the machine. The papers are stacked in a slantways. They're all the papers I know, we sell them in the shop. Flemish.

After that, we go through the door. There is a pillar in the middle of the room you have to go around. This divides the room in two. We enter from one side and we have to go out the other side. Inside, there are two more vending machines for papers and magazines. I go to the second one that is farthest away, because now I want to buy something myself too, and because I can't find any newspapers, I have to buy magazines. I choose two, Humo and something else, which would be for the ladies, but can't remember what. You get the magazines one place, and you pay at the other side, at the far door. The paying machine look quite simple and modern, almost futuristique. It is smaller than you would expect, and looks nicer, blended in in the design of the room. I hesitate to buy a newspaper as well, but don't do it, because I have had my chance. I should have gotten one when I was outside. I pay.

3. Tofu in a Box

Upstairs, or some place high, possibly on the first floor. Big window on our left. There are at least two tables, quite long. We come from the right. There is a lot of activity, of preparing food. People run around. I see my aunt Dohe. There is a younger girl too, blond, pony tail. We sit at the same table. I'd like to help. Dohe asks something, if I know this or that, about the food she's preparing. I take the box in which the food is, it looks like tofu. The box is white, looks like one of those plastic ones you get at the take-away, but bigger, deep-freeze one. I touch the cubes, they're quite large and have some red and black about them, but themselves are soft, so it's no sushi. Then I realize you couldn't have touched them, because of my aunt's allergy. She didn't see, but the girl did and she is shocked. I feel a little guilt, but are ashamed enough not to speak up. I try to solve the problem by saying that I'll finish preparing this bit and claiming it so she doesn't have to eat it.

4. Creating a Website Account

I'm at a computer, in what looks like a classroom. The table is high. There are more computers. I sit at one, it's on and I try to log in to the website of Fras. Doing that means I also have direct contact with her, though she's not in the room, but at home at her own computer. I feel the presence of Phpa as well, who is watching to see all goes well.

This is a site I haven't seen before. It is a discussion board, but really advanced, and people are already on it. I have never been here before. It is about time that I do. Looks very user friendly. The way it should have been from the start.

The page is red with orange. Some green and some blue too. But the overall colour is a light red or orange. Very appealing. It feels very secure, very real, very connected. Very engaged as well, in that it is a special place where you come in real contact with the other persons. I try and make an account.

On the top left of the page there are also two boxes with news. One of them is about Aleppo (which is in the news these days). The site works as an interface with a real, live, world. The page is quite intricate and simple at the same time. There are different apps on it. Though you have a good overview.

At some point the room feels like my parents' diner room.

+6. On the Roof

I also dreamed that two small bowls had fallen from the window sill unto the roof, so far that I couldn't get them. They would have been on the sill to feed the cat. Two is unusual though. One was further away down on the roof than the other. Light, by day, quiet.

5. Put my Arm around her Waist

(HYPNOPOMPIC)

Outside. Dark. Many people. Garden, terrace.

(Can't remember well). I am on higher ground. This is a narrow pathway. Along a railing. There is a girl. The colour purple. She's got long brown hair (maybe reminds me of Brfr, but in the dream especially of Mava). Small. She asks something. I go to her, get behind her and it feels very close. This is my initiative, I don't know if she wants it. To me, it feels good. But it lasts only a moment and I could have gone in closer. Then she goes her way (Mava).

Further down the road, lower ground, I meet someone else, briefly again. Though I feel less attracted to her. The first one, I knew better. I knew well, and it was intimate.

Looking for Someone

1. Seven Worlds
I am in a building. It is light, and more people are there. I pass someone I recognize, though he looks different than I know him from the real world, is what I think. He is a person from an organisation called The Nine Worlds, although I may hear someone say 'seven worlds'.
I don't speak to him, because I don't like him. He is tall and quite radiant, dark blond, short hair (reminds me of a foreign shopkeeper in the grocery store across where I work).

2. And So the People Pass without a Form of Contact
The setting changes into a more intimate surroundings. Still, this is a building with an open wall towards the street. So, there's no real door, just no wall, much like a garage. The room is small and dark. The right is detailed, the left is hazy. Behind the room is a large hall, which is for later.
I am here to train, and I do this and that with other people, younger than me, but who know better. There are different bottles and maybe food as well, on the right. Maybe soup? (I can't actually remember what I was doing there.) There are many shelves. There full of stuff, has an occult feel about it.
At some point I see people passing the house, on the street and I remember I have to tell someone something. A girl, younger than me. But what about I don't remember. The group of people pass and that's it. Outside it is light, and there's lots of room. They walk, half running, maybe jogging, from right to left. I say something to a boy who is working here, and this has effect, because next time a group of people jogs past, he reminds me and says: that was her. But I hadn't recognized her or hadn't seen her. Girl with brown hair and a ponytail. I hesitate to go outside and go after her, because there are too many people. Also, I don't know what she looks like. So, again, there it ends.
A third time, people pass in front, this time older. They do the same thing as the others. The boy says, that was her father, or uncle, and I ask, the one with the bald head? (maybe reference to Keva, who said something about his balding yesterday.) And he says yes, but I still hesitated, because now I see two people like that, and I don't know the man, don't know who is who. So, I let them pass again.
I go sit in the dark room more to the left and I see all this stuff that is stacked on the shelves, some of it is Sumerian, and some of it is Viking Age. There are many idols in ceramics, glazed, and quite big. Gods or other beings, all in the same position, with their finger in the air as if to reprimand. I look at some in particular, but they are too big and too exotic. The glazing is terracotta red (maybe reference to Chinese army?). And they're hollow inside, like these things are.
Then, one of the keepers of the house comes to me and gives me a small idol. It is a chair, but no-one is sitting in it, but I recognize it as Viking and I am glad to have it, that is exactly what I want (yesterday I did some exegesis of a Viking Ages stanza about the chair at Urd's Well - now writing this I have a small deja-vu). There was lots more happening with and meaningful about these idols, but I can't remember.
After all the people have passed, I pretend I don't care and start training on my own, doing something like kung fu, stretchings, still in the small room, but now I can see the big training hall, too, lurking behind it. It is very spacious and high, much like a hangar, but it is a sports hall.

3.Cut your Nose Hairs
I am in a room that looks like a classroom. Across of me sits a man I know. We discuss something, at some point in the conversation, at a point that it makes sense, he gestures with his fingers towards his nose and says something like 'like cutting your nose hairs' which was a fair comparison to what we were saying.

4. Tav in the Bookshop
Now, I'm in the shop. It looks like what it looks like in real. I'm behind the counter, that part and the door are exactly as in reality. The left, however, is dark and hazy and long, keeping many secrets. Possibly, in my mind, it is still the place with the shelves of Sumerian idols.
I walk around the shop, then I see someone at the desk at the counter bent over to write something. I come closer and I see who it is. I go to him, pass him, so that I am behind the counter, but in doing that I say his name: Tav (maybe reference to Hebrew letter Tau?). And he recognizes me and answers. Now I see what he is doing, and it looks like he is writing something in a guestbook, obviously for me. He uses real ink, pen and ink. And different sheets of paper. Some of his writing is in the book itself. The other two writings are not, but are on kitchen roll table, which spreads the ink in a blotty way. One of the sheets is actually a drawing, very basic, picture of a face. All blue, because of the ink, almost black. The two sheets of kitchen paper are also half in the book, so it looks quite careless.   

Elongated Book Shop Lighted

1. Fragments

Two dreams with lots of light and a spacious feeling and and optimistic feel about it.

 

2. Relaxed Shop

In the shop, oriented differently than in reality (in the shop I work). Lots of light, lots of space on the shopfloor. Me behind the counter. Not a lot of people. On the corner of a street. Someone enters. (Don’t remember the rest.) Plastic bottle of drink. Me alone behind the counter. No worries, no stress. Usually, this setting in the dream is always stressful because no-one helps me when it is busy. Now it is relaxed.

 

3. Cat on the Bed

Cat is in the house, daylight. (Though in reality I haven’t let the cat it since Sunday). On the bed.

The Clarity of Water

(Dream, Friday, 20 July)

1. Through the Narrow Hole

Need to cross a road, after a long stretch of walking uphill beside a road. Shall I go straight through? Which looks difficult. Or shall I use a detour on the left? Which is longer but easier.

Straight through looks very narrow. Smaller than I remember, and dirty. Like a ridge in a wood on a mountain, with a river on the side, deep deep down. There will be water when I go through it, almost like going through a hole. Because there is a river behind that point. I can't see it well from up here, because of the bridge, sturdy. (The place looks very much like a place I know in the real world, in Herent, bridge over the Omleiding, street is called Onzelievevrouwstraat.)

So I go straight through and I think that is the right choice, but the dream ends there.

2. Arrival at a Clear Lake

(Next dream)

I am with two other people. A boy and a girl, my age (I am thinking of Kula and Lesi). Together we arrive at a body of water, which looks clear, much clearer than I had expected, and much more vast as well (the way I picture the Well of Wyrd), because I know this water. This is on a plateau, high up, and it feels like it is the same location as the previous dream, but not south north but west east and on a bit further on the right.

I am happy the water is clear. It means there will be less trouble. Not sure whether I will enter it, or dive.

3. Fish Burger with Mussels

(Fragments)

I dreamed about food, toast, fishburgers in a sandwich. Sauce with it. There is still room for more, so I put a mussel next to the burger. Someone copies me. Fried mussel. I don't see any faces, all is close by, possibly inside. Lots of white, maybe light.

4. My Sunday Invitation

(Later dream)

More about food.

Everyone was there. The people I had invited for Sunday, that is Bale, Ande and Elbe (in reality last yesterday). Ande was being difficult, Bale was being helpful. Didn't see much of Elbe. Inside, my home, especially my kitchen. This is a place I have been before. I have dreamed about before. There is a stairs behind on the left to another part of my home, possibly my study.

Dark inside. I am preparing the food. It is a bit difficult, because there is no space. There is lots of room, but all the dishes are still there and other stuff, so I have to clean up first. While at the same time cooking. Getting a bit angry about it, because no-one helps me. Didn't have time before to clean up.

5. Tour de France

(HYPNOPOMPIC)

Cyclists, professionals. Tour de France. Road still empty, but many people cheering already. Road is nice and clean. Then, someone on the street, broad street, has put up fences so the cyclists can't pass. Then they come and they have to jump over it. The first two do this. Then, the man puts away the fences.

He did it to cause accidents. Thought the better of it after that.

A Northern Tradition Day Out

1. The Dragon Dyke

(A long dream, but I remember only fragments.)

(Had more dreams before that, but can't remember.)

In the middle of the dream I run back to the house. I run along the dyke that connects the town to the house. The top of the dyke is made of stone and beautifully worked. It almost looks like a dragon. I don't know why I run, but something is unpleasant.

I know I come from a market place in town where I saw my brother, among other people. And we had something to eat. Chips possibly. From a stall.

The lawn that I have to cross after the dyke reminds me of the place my parents live, the house too, which is on the other hand and on higher ground. People are playing. Some sort of roleplaying, that is why it can be dangerous. It is all just a game, but I have to go inside. I am not sure I want to be part of the game, but I might act along, or maybe I have to to keep up appearances, which I do.

A giant rat, bigger than a man, comes out of the house, out of the garage, and enters the lawn and starts to attack people on the playground. I will have to get past it. So I run again, to the house, towards the rat in order to avoid it. In the meanwhile I pass other people. There all in the game. I know that this is going on, but I don't really approve.

(I had been inside before too, but can't remember what I did there.)

Now, I'm back inside. (Dream continues. I forgot.)

The town is big, and light, intricate street pattern. Maybe the sea on the left.

The dyke is small and high, I am alone on it. The stone looks like cement. And when I walk over it, it crumbles, or some parts seem to break down. The whole structure looks like a tattoo.
(More.) When I first ran to the town, I also ran left of the dyke, below, in the green and sometimes between shrubs. And at the end I covered a bit that was both dyke and road. And at that point I saw a huge snake. First, I didn't see its head, because it was in a tree. But it was really big, beside the road. Above me, but I passed it, despite a sudden fright. The snake didn't do anything.

2. Storm about the Island

Outside. The sea or the ocean is nearby. There is an island. I have been doing something there. (Can't remember that part.) The island is not big, you can see the whole of it from only a small distance. 

Now, there is a bunch of people that was not there before, when I did my stuff on the island. I did it alone and on the northern side. They do it on the western tip of the island.

But what I see happens worries me and has nothing to do with them, although it is maybe because of them that I left the island. The sea becomes wild. I think the night will start to fall, although it doesn't get darker yet. There are a lot of clouds, so the light is dimmed. The wild sea threatens to engulf the island. I see it happen, first a small part gets under water, then larger and larger parts. It is difficult to remain standing on the island now. That bunch of people stays there, doing their thing, probably a rite. They seem dressed for it. Long dark robes. There must be wind, too. I go back.

I have to. There is something I have to finish before I can leave the island. (Can't remember what exactly.)

3. Chanting the Square

(The last dream was like this.) 

I am somewhere in a foreign country, maybe Scandinavia. Cold and wintry look. Very simple brick buildings. There is a paved square. Behind that is a stone building where everything else happens. People are around, mostly people I don't want to associate with, emotionally. One in particular has a stern look that I don't like. It is a middle-aged man, a bit taller than me, trimmed beard, short hair. (same person as in dream 1.)

After some running to and fro going about my business (which I have now forgotten what it was, but it may have been the other dreams, because this dream feels connected), I see a diamond shaped pattern on the floor of the square. I go towards it. Then, I instinctively want to chant. I stay outside of the diamond, but want to circle about it and chant the sound 'ow', which refers to the rune othila. The diamond shaped square pattern is only small, maybe a meter in diameter.

I look down to it, while I start to sing 'ooooooohw', timidly at first. I am standing at the northern point. Then the stern man comes standing at my right and sings along, as if he knows that is the right thing to do. And I think, has this something to do with ancestor worship? To him, it seems so self-evident. I just do this instinctively.

That's when we start circling, very slowly. (Now, I think we were going clockwise, but in the dream I remember thinking: again we are going against the clock. Maybe this is to get into the past, where the ancestors are.) More people come, but not too many, since it is a small pattern. On my right stands Mr Van Dievoet (which was a teacher of Dutch of mine). By now, I am convinced we are chanting the rune Othila.

With more people around I am encouraged to sing a bit louder, but Mr Van Dievoet says that he has difficulty singing along. He can't find the harmonics, because we sing in the wrong way. Then, one time he says, that's the one, now I can. That's where the dream ends.

Hit the Wall

1. Who's on top?

(What I remember is this.)
I am outside and the sun shines. Lots of light (symbol of lucidity, and marks the one event in the dream that I remember). City surroundings. Pavement. Wall, yellowish. On the left is a door or a corridor and people pass through it to go inside.
I see Loli. She squats against the wall, in the middle of it. I go towards her. She smiles at me invitingly, up, becomes she sits and I am standing. I make a move and go sit on her lap. She likes it and asks why it has taken so long. Somehow it feels like she has taken the initiative, although I'm the one on top.
Then we kiss. I have no idea how it happens and I presume by her reaction, that is me who took initiative. This is because she does not let go. Her kissing is quite claiming, a sucking feeling, but not in a good way, in a claiming way.

Later I see a woman who is pregnant and I am surprised because I hadn't expected that from her. And I think: not again...