An Old Lady and a Vortex

1. Train Station Vortex

Train station. Return from Holland probably. I am alone. By day. Lot of folk. Then back home.

At home, I meet my brothers, and their partners. We leave for some place. But there is a meeting first in our parental home, in the kitchen, where we always used to gather, the three of us. My youngest brother turns out to be gay, and his partner is a male. I am not surprised, but I only am surprised why I only realize this now.
D asks me something about spirits and I answer truthfully. Then he says he has experienced something similar and yet laughs away what I suggest, that the spirits are real.

Anyway, we all have to catch a train again. Down the stairs. Maybe this is Brussels Central, a platform where we need to access the main corridor. We go down. But before, an old lady blocks the way. Down the stairs somehow, that's where we are now, I hesitate, should I rush, or should I help. And I help. And support her. Of course there are people supporting her. Their is a lady helping, she is with her. And they are with a bunch of people. But I help anyway, and now of course, I can't leave, so I stay as long as I feel I have to and support the old lady.

The lady suffers from apathy, she drags along the floor like a dead weight. No strength whatsoever. She has given up.

Further down the road, or hallway, we turn left and left again, through a door, down a level, and there is a small room there. And that is where it all happens. There are benches there. And lots of people waiting. Something is in the middle too, but not apparent yet. On the opposite side are lifts, three of them. I expect we all wait for them. But once the middle one opens, something happens. As if magic. And a vortex appears in the middle of the room, but this is the lift at the same time. And it does have the properties to transport, probably through time and space, but I have yet to find out. The vortex is like a stationary whirlwind but with a magical quality. It feels spirit charged.

2. Flat Tire

At some point, earlier in the dream, I also ride a bicycle, and I follow someone or something, but then I have a flat tire, and I can't come along.

3. I want to watch Telly

This one also: I am in my apartment, which looks different. I sit in the sofa. Lots of stuff on the table. I want to watch telly. Can't remember the rest.

Counting Ducks

1. Ducks on a Screen

One lucid moment I remember. I am inside a building, which is a classroom, my mother is there and working hard, and I am assigned a certain task I don't know the purpose of, but I do it. I get no help, am alone. On different computer screens I have to count the ducklings that pass. Black background. Ducks are of course yellow, but they are like chicks, or even toys, the one you get on a fair. In the beginning all is easy, because these ducklings pass one by one, or in groups of twos or threes. I keep track. Then later, everything speeds up, but I manage to still keep count. Then, at a certain moment, my mother comes to stand next to me and asks me how many I count. And I say, they come in strings of between fifty and a hundred. Which is right and she is satisfied. I could still keep count, mind you. But the screen was flooded with ducks as it were.

More was about this dream that was out of doors, but I remember too little.

Underground Hunt for Food

1. The Magic Four

We gather together. I am first. Then Hids. Then the other two who come along, but they are there: Mefa and Dape. We're outside. First walk alongside a long white wall, chalk. Then go in. Maybe this is a cemetery, or an abandoned city. Looks like a place where you would do grimoire magic. It is light outside, but possible in the evening.

2. Twenty Four Currencies

Dream about money? Different currencies. Notes only.

3. Running over Underground Train Tracks

I'm underground, subways. I see Lebe (daughter farmacy, school) who runs fast ahead of me and wonder what she's doing. She hurrying for work. She jumps onto the tracks. I'm afraid she'll be run over by a train, but doesn't happen. She seems to know her way. I let her. She runs back over the tracks, takes a certain turn. I can see that she will just be too late to get on the platform as the train arrives. I wonder if she does this every day when she is late. It is really dangerous.

I go along to the main station underground, cross a certain track over a bridge, and come to a part outside where there is water also.

4. Dry Evening River

I walk around, not knowing where to go, should head home, am still in the underground complex, although, now, I'm surely outside, half half. For there is a river, and fish in the river. On the bridge.

It is evening, people are preparing to take dinner, which is a bit special, because it is scarce. I follow. The water in the river starts to ebb, I hear a fish flap helplessly on a sandbank. I think, that's an easy catch.

On the other side of the river, I enter the restaurant, it is Japanese. I'm uncertain of the habits. A lone madam already sits at a table, but this is a table where there was a plate with food before, which I took. But  I keep walking. The restaurant is long, tables behind each other. Other people come in and sit down. But not many. I'm there with my foot, but have my table taken, looks like. So I start to leave, not knowing if it is polite with the food in my hands. But the lady of the restaurant comes and says it is okay. I say gomenosai, to apologize. But it is okay. Halfheartedly I go outside, somewhat happy I have at least something to eat.

5. Two Wolves

We take shelter somewhere at some point, in the evening. Many people there. But the daughter of the hosts has sighted a wolf. I am jealous, and can think only of having seen a fox, but as much a real one. Then the lady of the house brings out the wolf, and everyone gawks in awe. A white wolf. And there is a second wolf. They are both white, but darker around the eyes.

Outside the house is snow, desolated. Although on one side, right side, there might be tracks, then this might be a station.

Wooden cabin. Terrace where the platform is, stairs to entrance alongside the wall. Backside for family only, is private. Woods behind that?

6. Clan War over Food

I'm in a hurry, brothers are here too, we have to gather and leave, are underworld, or underground. take the food with us, everyone comes with us. Different foods in a pack. People squabble about it, who gets what. And I start to share from where I stand. This is in the middle of the road.

Food is like in an aluminum tray for microwave, and some of it is macaroni. I separate it as much as I can. This portion is for a certain clan. They keep arguing.

7. Facebook Advertising

I have to leave for home at some point. I hear people advertising facebook, as if that is a way out. Orange. There was another brand advertised too, can't remember.

8. Flexible Doll

(Hypnopompic Dream)

I am in the shop, returning from my lunch break, things are upset about the till, stuff fallen off and so on. Two young girls or boys,  they change gender throughout the dream, talk to me and ask me question, stand next to me or sometimes on the right side of the counter for customers. I try to answer them, look up what they ask, can't find it. It's a graphic novel they're looking for, no, cartoons, stuff like Andy Riley's. But we don't have it.

When I want to type, I see that my keyboard has been misplaced, it is at the side of the customers. I immediately think Brva did this, but do not speak up. More stuff is at the wrong side, but I try to plug it in right again. Another boy or girl comes, they're with three. At some point I have a doll in my hands, from them. I also am naked below the waist, but no-one notices, because I have a towel over my legs. However, I feel some lust, which I feel uncomfortable about.

I see Brva taking that third girl with her about the place and explaining. That's when it dawns I have been set up and tested. They're here for the shop. I say, I'm used to it, and take these things in consideration when I work. At the end, Liha also comes up and stands next to me on my left, the blond haired girls are on my right. I sit down behind the till and play with the doll.

A bus passes outside. I can see it very clearly.

The doll, too, is a joke, but I take it seriously still. Pull it's neck and inspect the pins that serve as hairs. The doll is quite ingenious work. There's octagons all over the body. And the body is stretchy. The neck gets very long. Liha looks surprised when I pull it. Because the neck becomes really long, I fold the first part and then stretch the next, and so on. My intention is to do this with the whole body. That's how I see that every hair is within an octagon. And going over the baby's back I feel its body is really stretchy and flexible.

Mead of Inspiration

1. Horn of Mead

I'm in the shop, behind the till, working on a normal day. Light. Shop looks normal. I sit at the desk, maybe my colleague Tama is there, or more colleagues. Someone comes at the till, I stand up and attend. I recognize the person, say so. It is Stha. I'm not really sure about his first name, because I don't really know him, but I want to school with his sister long time ago. We talk and he hands me a horn all of a sudden. One which is very big, bigger than mine, which happens to lie at the till as well, which he sees. And I take it and I look at it. First I look at the point, which is open, as if to blow at it, but there is drink in it as well, so I am careful. And I keep the horn horizontal so that I don't spill from either side. The horn is rather straight, I like this horn. It feels quite rough. Stha asks if there is still a lot of mead in it. And I weigh the horn and my first impression is yes. And then I drink and then I look at the front of the horn and I can see the golden mead. There is still a lot in there, and I tell him. I take another sip. But the horn I keep in my hands. Apparently, it is not his horn, but a friend's.

Then it gets very busy in the shop. Maybe I see Dofo among the people, too. There is a real crowd. Like what we would have next weekend, when we are extra open and have many events. Now, there are no events going on, but there is a lot of folk anyway. Then, the friend of Stha comes and stands next to him and he introduces him to me.

2. Badminton Difficulties

I arrive at the place where we play badminton. Everyone is already there, and the hall is crowded too. The nets are put up in a different way now across the room. But when I enter and make ready to play, I still have my jacket on, things change and we can't play. Rume is there. Stco is there too, which surprises me a little. But the nets are not for badminton, some other group is playing some other sports here. So we have to wait, but after a while, a place is made free for us, but it is completely at the end, or in a corner even. Big matrases are stacked against the wall, and the basket ball rings are still jutting out, so we don't really have room to play, one side is really at a disadvantage. What's more is that the light is only on at one half of the court. Which makes it more difficult.

The chief says I have to help, but he goes with me, he says, yes, the green entrance, that is where the stuff is kept. So, I go there with him and take the poles with me and help set up the net.

We start to play. I and Stco, girl as third player at Stco's side. So, I alone, or the other way around, can't tell. Anyway, I have the wrong side, the difficult side. Then So comes, who I was looking out for, and she joins, so we are four. And I change court, so that it is boy girl at each side. That is what it comes down to.

Now, a while later, we don't play at all anymore. Also, before, I put my sack against the wall. My racket is still there. I leave my jacket there.

Now we sit at the floor, but I think everyone pauses. There's a lot of folk, and we seem to enjoy ourselves talking or chatting. I want the attention of So, but there's some trouble with her, she has pain. But the other girl, which I didn't give any notice earlier, is closer to me, and I close in to her. She is small, short hair, blond or even red hair. Scarcely dressed at all actually. I can see her underpants. I come so close to sit next to her that I touch her. I put my hand around her waist and pull her a little more towards me. She doesn't really resist.

Meanwhile, So has trouble with her tooth, she stands there, at the window sills, her back to us, and is in pain. Something is wrong. When she leaves urgently, I stand up and go look and see one of her teeth lying there, among other stuff, probably plates of food. The tooth is really big and doesn't really look like a tooth either.

3. Way Home

I'm at my way home. Night. Tivd and Anle say to me it is not difficult, so I am on my bicycle leaving Rotselaar or Wezemaal, in a place I don't know. They say just go there and then to your right. I forgot if it is the first right or not. I don't take the first right because it doesn't seem right, so I continue and come to a big crossroads, which is desolated. I go to the centre where there is a tunnel for cyclists. But when I go to the entrance I see it is blocked, so I can't go through. I do wonder what it goes under, either a highway, or a river. I think I see a river in the hills.

I turn back, someone else is there.

Initiation with Horses

Vision1

I hear footsteps behind me while I lie on the bed. This happens in the middle of the night. I immediately think it is the cat, but it can't be because I didn't let him in. At the same time I reach out, or at least I feel myself reaching out, behind me. And I see in my minds eye the spirit that walks behind me on the bed, from my right to my left. I see chicken legs. The small person, bearded I think, has the legs of a cock, dark brown feathered. But I don't really see its upper body, nor really its face. And I do wake up, because I think it is the cat and I sit up, but of course, then the moment is gone and I have no longer a visual. But the footsteps really sounded like a cat's would have.

1. Chinese Spirit
(Spirit Dream)

We are a few people together close in a house, which is dark with many rooms, quite disorderly, and also open, in that there is a walkway to a patio or garden, but that too is dark. We all go about our business and yet work together, as if trying to solve a mystery.
Part of the mystery is a person who does not belong to the group who appears from time to time and is highlighted, as if this one had light in him. He is always dressed casually, sportive. Never talks. Never really walks, but just stands there. This is a Chinese looking man. Clothed in green and white and yellow.
Can't remember much of the dream. But sometimes the person is outside, so parts of the dream happen out of doors.
At some point is becomes clear this is a spirit, and I had known it all along, because I could sense it. At that last moment I take a very careful look at who he is. He wears a football outfit, that's about all I get from it. I remember a wooden barrel or bucket from which he may have emerged, or in which he hid? The person reminds me of someone who works in a restaurant, who must have seen me, but never keeps his attention to his work, never looks to me to greet or whatever.

2. Nose Hair

I look in the mirror and am focused on my nose, from which grows a remarkably long hair. When I twitch my nose, the hair moves.

3. Horse Initiation

I am in a big city, walking on my own, daylight, much light. Much business too in the city. Den Haag apparently. I am rather sure of where I go and go straight. There's a road I have to cross. I see many roads and passages are closed of, because of some event. And I see horses. And further down the road on the left are buildings, nothing important, but on the right is a big place which is full with tents and stalls, I'll better avoid that and go near the buildings to continue my path. Behind that, which is the market square I suppose, there is a large building, like an old school or a royal palace, or maybe the royal stables.
But before I can even cross the road, I see a girl with a horse on the leash come from that square and taking the road I'd like to cross. I know she has priority, because of the horse initiation event, whatever it is, maybe an initiation with horses. But it must be magical, though she is just clothed as a jockey. Now, I must run faster if I want to cross before she comes my way. I don't like to wait. In the meanwhile, I see on my left a man with a horse, who comes closer as well. This is the person the girl is walking to, leading her horse. I jump quickly before her hoping not to have disturbed her running fast, and I take the narrow lane along the buildings. There are many horses on the market too.

Chicken Salad

1. Five Braids

I am sleepy, just waking up, turn about a lot. I have longer hair than I have now in reality, and it bothers me, but it is strong and healthy, and I start braiding my hair, on the left side of my face, five strings. And I do this in my half sleep, so only half conscious about it.

2. Swinging Arms

I see a person. This is a lady, I don't know who she is. Older than me. The movements she makes look familiar. I guess she tries taiji. She swings her arms about in a rather violent way. Left. Right. Left. Right. It is one of the preparatory exercises we do. Something is off with the movement. (Swinging Arms is also a partner exercise from taiji, but it looks different).

3. A Day out with Ka

I am outside and ready to go. The day is bright and the streets are calm. And halfway on the country side. Hilly streets. I know my way. Day out. I have a picknick with me, I think that is what they told me to bring. There chicken in it, but still juicy. And the bowl I hold is plastic. It is the same I used yesterday for cooking, but I did not do chicken in the salad.

Can't remember well. I'm still in the house where I prepare the food. But also already on my way. The house is dark, empty of souls, and big, though just one floor. But Ka is also here, who is my colleague and is also going. She knows the way. But a little bit further in the dream, we are in a particular street and I recognize the house where we are supposed to go. Though, on my back are all houses stacked next to each other. It is a sunny day.

Here we meet Thde who will be taking us along (both are a residue from three weeks back when I went to the apple celebration and the band afterwards). I can't see our bicycles, but I think all is done on bike.

However, a little later, Ka and me find ourselves on a crossroads. Not very busy at all. Sloping street. Looks like Kessel-Lo maybe. And we are not there yet, but the beergarden just around the corner interests me, looks inviting. There are people sitting, gathering, eating together, in the sunshine. The place is lower than where we are. But we stand in the middle of the crossroads.

I do go down and join. Leave my big plastic bowl on the table and return to Ka, I think, to discuss where we will be going, what will be done. In the end I go back down, but I can't find the bowl with food, although I am still hungry. I had a little bit before, but not all (as I did yesterday). The garden is a sandy place and immediately on the left is a caravan and I look there on a small table or wooden stool to see if the bowl is there but it isn't (actually, writing this, this place reminds me of the parking lot, however small, of the taiji training hall; where I'll be going in five minutes). It is not on the table either and I have the feeling they cleaned it. Probably eaten it all first and then put it with their own stuff in the kitchen, because that's the kind of people they are. Sharing everything, but not taking note of what's what. So, I go inside and find a woman there, who is really friendly and has some wit about her. And she shows me. After I tell my story, she shows me where everything is. But the food has been eaten of course.

4. Chicken Pen
(PS)

I'm at my parent's place and at checking on the chickens. I am actually within the small fenced area. I can tell the chickens want out, so I have to be careful. (I did exactly this, this morning, when I went over).

DD1.
(daydream)
Bale on the table undressing, I can't let the chance go by and go in.

DD2.
(daydream)
I'm in my apartment, but the light is different. Two stages, the higher stage is like a platform for the bed. Two people are with me. One I don't see, who might be my guide, and the other one maybe Bale, a girl in any case. There are two cats. A small striped one, which is supposed to be mine (S). And another new one, who does not get along with that one. Then this latter is removed a new cat comes in, together with a different person I think, and this is a very big cat, and also red. We put her with the small one and she starts to lick the small one's fur immediately. They definitely go along well. Bale says to this: they go along better than the other two.

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.