The Sacred Room

1. Hide-Out in the Mountains

The beginnings of the dream are hard to remember. I am in a city. The kind of city that slopes. Someone who knows me - windows, tall buildings, bridges, - takes me along and says we have to go this way. I follow. We go rather fast, because he or she, I am inclined to say she, but I don't know, knows very well where to go. We pass through the woods and into the mountains.

I remember this place, but is has been a long time. It is dark, and green. Alive in a way. One or two more people are there, friends. We descend. Below in the valley lies the Mountain Retreat. It looks abandoned and although it feels familiar, the whole setting, it doesn't look that way, and I still need someone to guide me along.

And that is what she does. Almost taking me by the sleeve. She shows me around. When we enter the house looks really desolate and deserted. But big, really big. From the outside you wouldn't guess. But the house does not look well cared for. A  better job could have been done. And the first rooms are simple, cold, no windows and so on so that it feels as if you are still outside. And I think of Kula, for whom this place would be perfect to start an eco-village. There's plenty rooms like this, and quite spacious. All the same grey. And with earthen floors. No furniture, or it has been taken away. Three or four rooms like that, maybe more. They are all in front and on the right, and on the ground level.

Then we go to the back and enter a nicer part of the house.

Can't really remember what happens here, but at some point we go upstairs. Although the house still feels desolate, I also sense a presence. And in effect, this part of the house is still inhabited, only the owners are not home at the moment, which means we have to act quickly and so forth, and see and do all before they get back. But I have a feeling I know them, although I don't.

When we enter the upstairs room - we are four now - we are entering the sanctuary, that is what it feels like, and that is how I identify it in the dream. A lot of things are packed on top of each other. The room is so full you have barely space to move. We enter through the left wall, but on the other side of the same wall is another door, this would be the door we need to go through, although I feel danger, or at least a presence that does not want to be disturbed. And as a matter of fact, the whole room feels like that. Don't touch anything. It's old stuff, artifacts, lots of wooden things, stacked on desks and closets against the walls. All four walls are packed. 

I first go to my left to take a closer look at something. These are clearly all magical items. Charged no doubt. only asleep. And I feel really threatened as if something would happen if I touched something. So, I don't. But maybe I should have.

I look back, to my right. And something catches my eye. It is in the corner, on a table. Somewhat out of reach. A really big book, bound in leather, bigger than most books, really impressive, written by Donald Tyson, with a title like Congo Rwanda. That's the kind of book I want. I take it for a grimoire of some kind. And after seeing that, all the other items are easier to identify. There's sceptres and staffs, stones, rosaries and all that stuff. Down below are drawers, and they are full of things. I remember where some things are. I still don't touch stuff, because it's sacred, and I don't know if I have leave. But the others now see it too, and before I can say anything, he says, it's all magic. And he also touches something. And looks into the drawers. Nothing happens, but it still feels like sacrilege. But I want to touch it.

2. Playing the Pipa

Some house I think, but different dream, maybe.

I enter a room, alone, bizarre shape, on my left nothing, or space, on my right first a narrow hall and after that a large space, we stand somewhere in between. There is a man there, glasses, brown hair, short beard, long sleeves. He is a musician. He holds a pipa. And he hands me one, and I try to fit it into the bent of my arm, much like a violin. I remember the taiji stance, and suppose this is the way to hold such an instrument. But it hurts, because the pipa is beset with spikes. And they press against the flesh of my upper arm, shoulder, arm pit. It is more like an instrument of torture, there is other stuff that points to it, but I forgot. So, I release the posture.

The man then starts to teach me, that is to say, he starts to play. And I can hear the music. And it is really good, and it goes on for quite a while, which is rather special. I like it very much. After a while, of course, it is my turn. First I have to brace the instrument again, which is a pain, but then I am eager to start playing, though I am uncertain.

And then someone else enters, possibly someone of the former group who was looking for me, and here the dream ends. This person, presumably a girl, was to take either me or the man back.

3. Holding Hands

I am outside now. I meet a girl. I know her, but not so well. We have seen each other maybe a handful of times before. We walk together. Cross the cobbled square of a large city. Go straight. I hold her hand. She takes mine in hers. It is nice. But it only lasts a few minutes, so to speak, because then she decides to release it. I am sure because she is uncertain, I suspect because she has a boyfriend. I don't really know who it is, I never see her face. Evening.

Parallel World

1. Way Out to Sea

I can't remember where the dream starts but I find myself in a courtyard in a group of people and they all seem lost. And young still. A few older people are in charge and they watch us. The outside place is sunny. And surrounded by all kinds of buildings. It feels really enclosed.

Those who are in charge run this place. They are correct in their dealings, but not necessarily kind. Some kind of police. We are forced in smaller groups and divided up in different buildings. Every building is a different world and this courtyard is the place in between, the nexus from which you can reach any. The worlds are very different, although I can't know yet.

We go in one building, we are forced and pushed, goaded. So, we are inside, not sure what is to become of us. It feels like a concentration camp. Our freedom is taken and we want to escape. As a matter of fact I look for a way out continuously. I join a few young people I think I can trust and try to make it so that the government doesn't see it. There is always a girl with me that I trust. She wears green and I think she is smart. (Maybe Mavt.)

The room we're in is different, because there is a bit outside as well, although there is a ditch first, then green, then the wall, something like that. At one end of the room is a higher floor. From there, they oversee us. We try to find our way out of into the wilderness. Especially at night, but we don't get far.

Still in the same room, I have another dream intruding, as if I am on facebook and can see who is online, maybe ask help. But Mavt is on it and it looks as if she is online more than I remember. So, now, it must be easier to get in contact with her. But I don't, since I am in a difficult situation right now.

(Here I miss something.) Pizza for dinner? Bicycle? I drive around in the courtyard again?

At some point we, or I alone, go outside, and enter a different world. This is in the dark, hiding not to get caught. I'm in the middle of a road, just in a field, grass everywhere. Other people join me, join forces. Did I find them? How did I find them. There are about four of us. We lay down low, and still, on the road, so as not to get caught, because we hear voices in the neighbourhood. The one next to me is bigger than me and covered in white. I think he wears white cloth over his whole body, even his face, and he looks spooky. He really scares me, but he is more simple than me and wants me to tell him what to do. A girl is there too, she is the one who takes the watch, guards us.

I take these people with me.

In the meantime, I make some sort of long term plan to escape. I do this together with this girl, because I can trust her. I go out every day to scout.

At some point I go across the courtyard and enter a door. This leads into another world. Inside, too. And it looks like a basement. Dark and gloomy, the people here have no spirit anymore, and there is less police here, maybe none, so I take a few more risks.

The first time I scout and then go back to where I normally am. The hall I enter is big and empty. Young kids are working there. They don't see each other. I walk between them. There is something special about this place. Maybe my best chance to get away.

The next time, I stay there, and I go down the stairs, and I am reminded of the underthing (from a book, fantasy), and realize that is the reason why this place is not overseen. I don't go as far as I could, but in my mind's eye, I can see the end. There is a door, and behind the door is the sea. This whole complex borders at the sea, or the ocean. Though I am inside, I can see it. It smells like freedom.

(There are many bits and details about the dream I have forgotten already, but they main story is there.)

Fish Floor

1. Bali Islands

Very light dream, but I don't remember much. Many people, among which my brothers and maybe may parents. Parts may have been played at my parents' home. Some of of it outside. I remember the colours green and yellow. Brother N was surely there.

About travelling. Planning to travel and actual travel. There was some talk about going to Indonesia.

At some point I took a look at a map and see for myself where people thought I should be going, because that was what it was about. It was a map of Indonesia. Many islands. And I sought out Bali, but couldn't really find it. About half of the islands were called Bali-something.

2. Golden Necklace in Custody

I was at the counter and had to pay for something. The set-up was a bit strange, as I normally am the one behind the till. Not this time. This was in a long, small, dark shop. Not even a shop but a workshop place. We were at the register and I had to take off my necklace to get or do something. Nobody told me to, but I couldn't arrange otherwise. So, it was for a personal reason.

Nonetheless, I told the waitress to wait and gave her the necklace, so that my hands would be free. But I could already see what would happen, and she started to put it away. In the register, among the coin. But I needed it back, this was no pay. So, I had to act quick and tell her not to do that. I was really afraid that she would keep it because I had given it to her. It was an older lady, small, blond or maybe white hair, and next to her were other waitresses. They were helping someone else already. In some ways this looked like a market stall, only inside a building and the only one.

Though I feared losing the necklace, I took it off anyway and gave it in custody. It was the golden necklace I always wear. My astrological sign.

3. DVD about Runes

I went into a shop, some IT place, not the first room, I had to look a bit, as if this was a gallery. Maybe I have been in this building before.

Then I go in. I see a lot of computers, all of them apples, the kind I am not familiar with. Maybe two people sit there. Boys. I look around. This, too, is not really a shop, people don't come in and buy stuff. It is more like a workshop (atelier). Even more like a business place, with desks and what not. But very messy. Stuff lying about on the floor. But people did their jobs.

I was looking for something in particular. And I found it. I go through the mess, not expecting to find what I am looking for, which is something on runes. But I do. There is a cd-rom or dvd-rom about runes. It is green, and the word runes is written in big capitals on the cover. I take it with me. I hope it is what I am looking for, so I go to one of the men sitting behind a computer and ask. He says it's good, but he has something else as well. I am really astonished that they got this kind of stuff, because you normally don't find it. So, I wait, and next to him, on the floor of course, the person finds another disk, smaller than the first. I can't see what kind of thing it is. The boy is happy to try both and let me show what they are and how they work. I presume they are probably arty stuff, in that you can create rune imagery. That would be great.

In the meantime, I get the impression that these people do mainly art with their computers.

Also, in the meanwhile, the classroom tends to get fuller, and more people come in, all still young. They are students. They sit about in the room, everywhere, don't need chairs, just sit on the floor. I take a good look. They really look like geeks and nerds. Glasses, young, looking bright and clever, girls too. I feel somewhat threatened because any of them would be much more intelligent than me. Because they work with programming and know how to see through the cause effect relation. The room gets really crowdy. And at last, the teacher comes in. She is still young too. I think I would like her classes, but I don't have time.

The boy who was showing me, stopped, and when people still come in, he says to one in particular that he was looking for, to help me out. This person has dark hair, as older than the others, but more my age, and has two tattoos on his face, one on one side of his nose, the other on his cheek. His dark brown hair is done in a particular way. I know him. But he doesn't seem to recognize me.

The man tells him what I am looking for and says to take me upstairs. And the other one agrees. When the man with the tattoos comes in, he is looking for me, because he doesn't know who I am. So he calls out 'runes' and more 'runes', looking left and right, but his voice comes out as a whisper. I still hear him of course, and almost immediately I put my hand in the air to get his attention, so he doesn't get embarrassed further, and me neither. We leave class.

4. Art on the Top Floor

(Continuation of previous dream.)

He takes me though a hallway. The whole building looks like a school. Up some stairs, then through a door. We enter a big spacious room. People are working here. They are older, more experienced. This is where he will show me. I follow. This is clearly an atelier. High ceiling. Windows at one side. Screen dividing the room in two.

He leaves me be for a moment because he has to attend some matter. I see some people looking up, but I feel welcome. They are the kind of people I would have a talk with. They look a bit alternative. I see they do mainly art. There must be a little bit technology, but most is art. Big paintings, also crafts. Here, too, most boys sit on the floor, just like that.

One person in particular has dreadlocks and is eager to talk to me and show off. He says to the other one who has brought me in: why don't we show him our movie. He points to the wall, where a painting is hanging, abstract art, much purple. This is a part of the wall next to the door where we entered. But the first man says no and takes me along, behind the big screen, into the other part of the room, hall.

Here again, he leaves me alone for a minute, attending to something I suppose is for me. He looks in drawers and stuff that are stacked against the wall. High up are the windows.

I look around. This is a pleasant room to work in. But I am surprised to find water on the floor. My feet are in the water, there is water everywhere. I look around. The water is clear. It is only ten centimeters. But there are fish in it, too, and I ask him about it. He turns back to me, and explains that they are always here. And I suppose that the water is always in the room, just enough for the fish to swim in. They are koi, and most of them are white. Normal size, speckled with black. There are two larger fish, with more gold in it. He points at one and says: that is the mother. I can't tell, but imagine, all the other fish are her children, and she must be very old, which says something about the place too.

Cats in the House

1. The Start of the Academic Year of Wizardry

I am back from holiday and back in town, which also means the year starts again, in particular the academic year. And I take up my classes as well. At least, it is the first day and I still have to enroll. So, I go there, happy to meet all those people I haven't seen for so long and happy to take up my studies again. I assume this is my last year of study.

Most of my walking is done out of doors. It is a town I don't know, can't remember having dreamed of before, but it feels familiar, and I know all the places. There is a road I have to go down to, then on my right there is the place where I have to be. But if I go back, I go left, and a little further is the house I live in or stay during my studies.

I enter this building, which also has an open court and lots of space. Many people are there. Many go in and many go out. But it is not crowded. The income hall. After that, you descend to a lower floor, which is a big hall. People sit there. People I know. Maybe Bale is there. Maybe Elvs. And so on.

There seems to be some disagreement. This is between me and someone. Maybe with Bale. But I don't know why. Maybe because I do things my way, and people at the university don't like it.

2. My Teacher is Uncertain

Same place, I sit on a stone wall that borders the hall. On my right is a corner. On my left sits Tivd. There is some space between us. I sit back and my arm is behind her, but just on the stone floor to support my weight. Our feet dangle.

Then she says something like: when you are near me I always feel uncomfortable (the word she uses is 'uncertain', onzeker). And this is because she doesn't know how to relate with me. And I have the feeling I want to put my arm around her, but I don't. And she says, or implies, that me putting my arm around her, or thinking about it, makes her uncomfortable. And she gets a little angry, and I don't know what to do. But then she jumps on me (much like Anpi did in December) and she says, or asks me: is this what you want. So I don't really know if what she does is what she likes, or just to unsettle me, but it feels like the last. Nonetheless, I stay perfectly calm and let her do as she pleases. But she sits on my lap. I don't know whether I can take the leisure to enjoy it, because she is my teacher. I find it a little bit disconcerting, but that is where the dream ends.

However, before that, in the same place, I have made moves to other girls like that, too, and maybe that is why I got entangled in an argument before. Because it is not polite, or the proper way to behave. I also am reminded of Grwe.

3. Bridge of Hookers

(Maybe the same dream, though I think this dream came all the way at the end.) At a certain moment, when I  have done all the necessary business at the university hall, I go back home, along that road. But now the end part is a bridge and it is getting late, though there is still light, and it is either evening or night. It feels like that, but it isn't. This bridge-like piece of road is colourful, pink and dark blue. And ladies walk there. Some are hookers, maybe all, or they imitate them. I pass them, not sure what to think. It feels as if they like to challenge me.

4. Big Cats Sleeping in the Living Room

I am in a house, which maybe looks like my parent's house and maybe it is supposed to represent my own home. However, it looks very different. It is bright and there is a lot of woodwork. I only see the living room. Bale is here for sure. Again, somewhat displeased, I don't know why.

There is a smaller upper part, where I am, and entered the building. The rest of the living room is a recess in the ground. So, the larger part is below. And the distance is quite big, surprisingly.

There are cats. They play with me. I know them. First there is grey, striped (don't know the word for it) and she must be S, which is Bale's cat. But then a second comes just like it, and the spine feels just like the stray cat I sometimes feed. And then the red cats come. They are all spotted and playful, and there are cats I don't know. And the colours are different than I remember. But they look good. Some cats are completely red, or red with a white belly.

And then I see the big cats. Not just one, but a few of them lie at the level below in the living room, lionesses, maybe tigers, other kinds. All on top of each other, sleeping, or half awake. Quite impressive. I like the image of it.

Book of Eva

1. Eagle

Light, by day. Natural place, slope, wide, up is civilization, then green, down is the sea, maybe even the ocean, on the left of the ocean are cliffs. On the right of the green are cliffs too.

Me and a lady friend decide to take off. And it is clear that we will fly. And each of us will do this independently, although it would be nice to fly together. First, we go to the mountains, right of the cliff, because this is the starting point. At least, I have to go there first, I don't know about my lady friend. I can't remember who she is. Maybe Krva. So I go there, maybe walk.

I am halfway op a steep cliff. It is like a vertical wall. I have a book with me. It is possible a manual. But at this point I have already turned into an eagle. And I look at myself and marvel, because the feathers are shiny. My whole eagle body is gleaming. Red and yellow and brown. My beak too. But I am only a small eagle and at that I am a bit disappointed. (Because I remember a dream of many years ago where I transformed into an eagle, but this was a very big eagle, and that was a very big dream, the likes of which I have not had since.)

Because I keep hesitating, my lady friend has already taken off and is halfway to the coast. I want to follow her. I can see her course through the air. I know I only have to jump and fall down to get started. But the human part of me is still uneasy about it. At the same time, I want to do this properly, and since the eagle is the symbol of the order I am in, I instinctively want to cry our motto first. I try, but I stumble over the words, as if I have forgotten them. It has been so long since I said them. I say something like 'per libertas', but that is wrong. So I have to think first, losing time, and then I say it, 'g.e.l.p.s.c.'. And it feels good to remember it.

I let myself fall and drop and have to make an effort to keep steady and keep in the air, but it works. And I fly towards the sea or ocean, maybe it is the Mediterranean. I have to keep the effort up.

2.Yellow Pee

Maybe this is the place where we arrive. Anyway, it is a building, it has a medieval feel to it. We are on one side. In fact, I wander alone through the building. There is an outside courtyard, grass, where some of the events take place. Many people are here, waiting for it to begin. Whatever it is.

There are only two or three rooms I go into, and I switch from one to the other, as if looking for someone, or not sure where to be, looking for my way. Maybe I also go outside sometimes to look. The rooms are small. (They remind me of two places at the same time, one is a shop I can't remember, and the other is just outside a small hut on the Kesselberg, where the shamanic gathering was two months ago, and to be honest, after the dream the name of Mava kept playing in my head, who was there.) They are dark. Crowded. Some people do seem to know how things work. There must be a counter too.

At some point I have to go (Ha, maybe the first place it reminds me of is the atmosphere of a hall where they do a meeting of paranormal people; Brabanthal.) to the toilet. I also go more than once, the first time not sure if it is right or how to do it. Although the place itself is secluded, and on one of the upper floors, it is also public. So everyone can see you. And there is at least one person, my age, who guards the place, overseer. Who says what you can and can't do.

After a while I go back to the toilet and take a leak anyway, although people are watching. I'm not comfortable. That one person, and maybe someone else too, says something of my pee. It is not yellow enough. It is still yellow, but watered down. They imply that yellow is better. I argue that it becomes less yellow when you drink more water. But they explain why it must be yellow (I can't remember the explanation).

3. Bow and Arrow

We are outside. A group of us. Camp. After a long discussion (towards the end of the dream) we decide to reenact a viking battle anyway. I seem to be the only one with a proper costume, so everyone has to wait for me while I put it on. Takes a while. (Reminds me of the days when I did live role playing.) White shirt with belt. But I add two more pieces, one is a pull-over that looks like chainmail. And the other, I put on afterwards, is made of cardboard. I am surprised myself. And chainmail or plate mail is drawn on to it. It doesn't fit. It is too short on my back. I turn it this way and that and can still manipulate the cardboard, so it fits better.

Light, two camps will fight each other. I am under the impression that the other camp is more experienced.

When I change clothes, our group is at a little wooden shelter.

At the same time, I am thinking about my war cry. Everyone must have a Viking name too, and I can't really think of anything dashing, so I stick with Sigurd. A part of my mind wonders why the first r is kept in the name Sigrdrifa. And the war cry will be something like Sig or Sieg. But I want to cry the famous one that really exists, but I forgot it, so I have to think deeper. Then it comes. First I think: til sigs, which is already good. Then: til sigs ok odins. That sounds actually good, but it is not the words I'm looking for. Then I find it: til sigrs ok rikis. And I think, I can use all three on the battlefield.

The wooden shelter contains shafts of arrows and spears and other remnants of bows. Bale and Rere are there. She sits down. He walks around. We talk about bow and arrow. I explain that bows were made of elm. Bale asks a question and both Rere and me say that bows were made of yew. Then I explain further that bows were made of elm before that. And Rere agrees that early bows contained pieces of elm. I think of composite bows, because I'm not sure what he is talking about.

4. Taichi Chief

(Maybe still the same dream as 3.) At the wooden shelter, we are at leisure. Not many people are still here. But we are still waiting. The atmosphere is more formal now. I and probably Bale and Rere are there. Not many other people, if at all. But Digr is there, who is my boss. And he looks quite impressive. Stands a while apart from the shelter while we look at him, watch, and then begins to teach. I immediately think of Dawr, who is a taichi teacher who I have trained with in the past.

I cannot but marvel at the suppleness and exactitude of Digr his movements. And knowing that he is not the kind of person to indulge in the spiritual or even something like taichi, I admit that it must have been his sheer effort of will in a discipline of force that made him realize the spiritual component (I know this is true for Dawr, who did taichi for a long time, but was not really gifted for the deeper teachings, but now he is; he has opened up for it and has grown much. This is what I saw in Digr in the dream). So, I think, I can do this too, but it will take a prolonged effort. I have to be really dedicated. His body really moves in a perfect way. Actually, the only thing he does is lift and sink, nothing else happens, but I can see the waves, and the elasticity. And I envy him that he has achieved this while he was not talented, while I haven't yet and I am talented.

5. The Earth is Blue

Other place, dark, blue, not so dark actually, outside, but between buildings, it feels like between the worlds, I don't really know where I am. I may be inside and outside at the same time. Under a transparent vault, in a library, on the street. All these locations seem to coalesce.

Someone else is there. I think more people, but this one person is more important, because I talk to her about my findings about a book I just found, or happened across. I don't know where I got it from, maybe the library? She may be Bale, or Krva, or Mava, I don't know. Someone who is familiar to me.

I am totally caught up in the book. It is one of the most interesting things I have seen to date. It must be rare and valuable. Maybe it is the only one in existence. It is a hardcover. Rather voluminous and blue. I browse through the book, tantalized. It gives correspondences about the Bible and the stars of the night sky. Eva or Chvh or Chavah is a pivotal character in the book, as a place in the heavens. Later in the dream, I discover it is the midpoint in the night sky. More or less where the pole star is. But she is not a star in effect, just a place. Names of giants are clustered about it. Pictures of star clusters with the names of giants from Norse mythology are given in the book. This is really good. A link between star lore, Bible lore and Norse mythology. Invaluable.

We have a discussion. Me and two other people (now I am thinking of Mava). Someone claims that the earth is blue. I agree that the earth must be blue when seen from space, and I think by myself that this is because of the oceans. Because someone else and me too, disagree that the earth is blue, and it all depends on the clouds, the other girl explains, because when the clouds are grey, you will see that the earth is grey too. And the blue colour, or whatever colour the earth has from outer space, is not from the earth but based on the atmosphere around the earth. That is the bottom line, and I agree.

I keep flicking through the book, finding more and more interesting stuff, revelation after revelation. But after a while the dream just ends. And I am quite sorry about this, because I wasn't finished yet, or I had the feeling the dream wasn't finished yet, something still had to be done or happen...

Bear Hunt

1. Not Welcome

I come out of a wood into a village, see a street with houses of rich people. I take one particular street, because I have been there before (in the dream), which may end in a dead end. People are outside saying goodbye after a party, in one house. Still far away, but when they see me, they know me for one who does not live here. I continue anyway.

2. Usurping the House

We go in the house, me and my family, I know my brother N is there, and my mother, because both of them go out of bounds in the house. It is a big house (but it looks like my parental house anyway, only the rooms are bigger). Other people live here. We do what we like anyway, even when they are home. Some dark rooms too.

3. Hunting Bears with my Brothers

(This was the main dream.) Down level of a house. Big square room, simple, no furniture. My brother N and me discuss something. My brother D is there as well. We have to go out and fight. We have to do this before something else happens and we have done this already in the same day, which was a bear hunt.

So we go outside, once we're in the woods we're with many people, a group, rather running than hunting. Leap over logs of wood and so forth, like savages. Then the bears come. Before it was only one, but now, they all come, at least one per person, this is overwhelming. They come after us. We keep running until we come to an open place in the forest, where we stop and deal with it.

(WET DREAM) That's when the copulation starts. People pair up. Maybe the bears have changed into people. I remember one bear in particular which had nice long, blond hair like a woman. Girls on top of boys, they take us from behind, the world upside down. In the meantime I stimulate myself, while someone is on top of me, I stick my finger in my arse. Quite a long time. Then it is time to change position, which we do. And I try to stick it in her. She helps me, I have to be careful, not to come before I'm in. Once I get it, I come and that is where the dream ends and right afterwards my alarm clock wakes me.

4. G-spot in a Bowl of Sand

In another dream we're outside. There's a lot of women here. Afterwards we also go inside, which is a large building, somewhere on the middle floor.

Outside. Sunshine. I hold a glass or ceramic bowl with sand, and a knife. I put the knife in the sand, but I don't stick with the point, I press down the broad side of the blade. And I hear one of the women reacting, groaning. She likes it. It stimulates her sexually. There seems to be an immediate link with the G-spot. I press again, now on a different spot in the sand, a little back, which is the centre of the bowl. Same effect. They feel like they're touched on their g-spot. I continue with another bowl of sand, do the same, same effect. Do a few more, and I get better at it. Feels really nice. I do some inside too.

5. Shop Basement Floor Cleared

In the shop, am in the basement floor because the phone rings and my colleague Brva is not there. So I pick up the phone, it is a customer I know, but I can't help him, I don't find his order. He asks me about a book, but doesn't know the titles. The author is Dardenne, and someone else, but I can't figure it out. Male customer, his voice sounds distant.

But when I am in the basement, what strikes me first is that it has changed. The colours are brighter but darker, blue especially, also red. And all the pillars are gone. Now it is one big space. The desk has moved too, but the place where the ordered books are stacked is still the same. It feels really spacious and I like it.

I can't help the customer and am frustrated. Then Brva comes and I tell the customer I will ask her, but he doesn't understand me well either.

I like to say something to Brva about the changes in her department, because I like it.

6. Ehwaz

(Same atmosphere as above dream 5.) (At the same time this is in the building of dream 4.) I wind through the hallways. Things are a bit hallucinating. I see Ehwaz, the rune, in a different position than usual, and on the back side is still more, the design of the rune has changed. The rune is red against a backdrop of blue and green. With my mind I can changed the lines of the rune, change the red colour directly. I move it around, try to erase the superfluous design on the back of the rune, which is the side, because the rune is tilted sideways. And that whole part becomes red. I have another go.

There's another rune before that, but I can't remember which.

7. Path that Leads to Flying

(Another part of the same dream 6. and 4.) Very light, highest part of the building. A professor. I think I also recognize rector O. I suppose we have dinner together. There someone else, too. I must have a disagreement in a discussion with O. Can't remember well.

Also a part outside (linked to the women in 4.) which is like a helicopter landing, a path leaves the building midair. I go out. Can't remember what happened.

Forty One Emails

1. Hobo's on the Train

I was on a train, travelling south north (or maybe in reality east west). Very broad train, the wagon in which we were was empty and half open, so we could see the landscape. People sit down on the floor, squat. Most of them are alternative people. I know some of them and recognize the person who leads them. He is also the one who talks and says what has to happen, though not explicitly to me, but to his fellows. They are all young, except for this one fellow who is a little older than me but not much, brown hair (don't know him in real). (The atmosphere reminds me of the Shamanic Gathering, which was a gathering.) (Interesting thing is that I dreamed of trains yesterday too, whereas it has been quite a long time ago since I dreamed of trains... Maybe it has something to do with what I send to my subconscious. I said to myself that I used to dream about trains a lot, but now not anymore, but that it would nice to have such dreams on the blog, to show people; this the day before yesterday's dream.)

2. Wrong Name

I am in a room filled with people. In the corner I recognize Csdo. I call her, say her name, wave. She sees me, but then I see it is a different girl. And I realize the mistake. Because she has a different name of course. (Maybe this was on the train too.)

3. A Mother Hit on Me

Large room, light, sunlight, my brothers are there, maybe we just had a bbq? There's quite a nice buzz. When it's done I leave. There is a mother with two kids. She and I talk together, maybe suggested to do so by my brothers. She is a older than me, but still good-looking. I wonder if I should ask her number. She goes away. I think my brothers push me again. I go to her and ask her number anyway. She's gentle, surprised, gives it anyway thinking why not.

4. Forty One Emails

Big room with much light. I'm on the computer. Very wide screen. (Room reminds me of parent's home where the computer is.) I open a mailbox that I haven't accessed in a while and am surprised to find some forty or forty one emails of girls that say they want to meet me. Example, the first one is from someone living in Oostende, she says in her mail that she live far away from me but wanted to mail me anyway, and so forth. I browse through the first three or four. It makes me feel good. Later, when I have time, I'll go through all of them.

(More.)
Also, while I'm on the computer I come back in contact with Anvi via facebook. Interestingly, her name plays a, important role in the dream, because I do some permutations and see that her name spells a certain word: 'karakter', which means character, personality. K.A. KAR. RAK. Something like that?

5. Mie on the Drawer

I was in the kitchen and I found a pack of instant noodles on the handle of one of the drawers. I must have dropped one and forgotten about it, I thought, when I took one of those out of the cupboard yesterday. It was dark. I saw it, took no action.

6. Webr Grown Up

(More.)
We watch a film. Use the big projector. Pebr says I'm in the way, but he doesn't mind. He sits on my right, so he has a clear vision, so I look behind me and see something I don't expect, which is his son, Webr, although I think of Jasper or Casper. And he is all grown, big, tall, bearded, crop of hair, light brown. Startles me, because the kid is only four of five. He looks a bit retard though.