Late for Class Again

1. Orc in the Way

We are playing a computer game, maybe playstation, watch what happens on the television. But we are sucked into it regularly, so that we become part of the scene. There is no distinction made between the real world and the game. It is all real.

There's a particular level that I can't get through. I try again and again, but it doesn't work. Dark, underground. There's an enormously big orc in the way. I am the one playing and having the controls. Every time I start over again, but I can't get passed this particular level.

There were different scenes, other than the orc. There was also a scene with Suske and Wiske and the whole bunch of them. I suppose my brother N was with me the whole time.

Effort type of dream. I really push forward, but I can't get through.

+1B. Cinema and Flight

I remember being in a cinema, and also outside of it. Other people with me, girl. And afterwards coming back to my rooms, which were in the back of a greater complex, maybe a school. The cinema was dark. The room light. I was alone, the room somewhat hovered, had no roof, other people had access to it too. Interaction with other people. Hiding, or keeping away. Green bushes, hedge. Can't remember precisely. It is a type of dream I have had many times before.

2. Broken Stairs

I wake up in the apartment of P&R. I've spent the night here. Some family gathering. Not their real place. This is an apartment in a building block, more like the one they had before.

It is morning but I still need sleep. So I turn around and wrap the sheets around me. I see the door is open, the second time I turn around. There is already some commotion. The elder people are already awake. Dohe certainly is. The door is a sliding door, and I consider getting out of bed to slide it closed. My bedroom borders on the living room, so if people are awake they might want to come in.

I don't get out of bed, because I see someone enter. It is Do2, the kid of P&R. He is still very small and running about by himself, opens the door a bit further and wants to enter. That is when Dohe comes after him and tries to make clear that I possibly still wants to sleep. His parents, too, are still asleep.

At this point I realize I have to get up anyway, because I have class today. It is taiji, and it is the new season, I have to be there on time, and it is still a long way to travel, and now that I think of it, it is already 11 o'clock so I'll be late in any case. So I start to hurry.

I go past my parents' place and leave from there. That is the next scene. Daylight, peaceful. I cycle the length of the street where my parents live. I have my stuff with me but I packed the wrong things. I got my badminton racket and so on with me, but that's not where I'm going. I keep it with me nonetheless. I remember I was in the garage when I put my bag on my back.

About at the end of the street (Na&Er's house) I see workmen. They have a van parked, and are taking lunch, sit down on the side of the street. They all wear the same uniform, a pale green. They are working on the street. They're three, which I think is a lot of people, I would only expect one or so.

The van blocks part of the view, but when I come closer I see two other people sitting a little further down the road, also eating something small on the road side. They're a bit higher up on a stone ridge or something. I pass them. They are two girls. I recognize both of them and I wave to the one that sits with her face to me. She smiles back, because she recognizes me too, in the dream I know who this is, but I don't know her in real life. The other girl is sitting with her back to me. This is Inro. I leave her be, because she does not see me. But when I get passed, already two meters away, I do turn and call out her name. The other girl smiles again. Then Inro turns and recognizes me. I say something small, and effectively turn back to greet her. I do that by taking her left arm in my hand and kissing her on the left cheek.

After that I'm on my way to badminton or taiji. Now I really have to hurry, and I do my best to cycle fast. This is when I turn right when I leave the street where my parents live, in the direction of Tildonk.

All the way I make my best effort knowing I'll be late, too late, and people will be waiting for me. At least some of them know I'll be coming for sure, so I hope everyone will still be there when I arrive. This piece is an effort type of dream. Which means that I'm really slower than I want to be.

At the traffic lights I turn right towards Tildonk. And that is when the streets start to change. The environment changes face constantly. There are streets and houses everywhere. I remember the way very good and I know where to go, but it changes constantly, so I have to redirect constantly. It goes well, though it is disorienting, until I get where I should get, and this is a dead end.

In fact, I am happy, because I did find the place through the maze. I enter the premises. It is an empty building, ruined. No roof, no more floors either. Weathered. And I have nowhere to go. Then I see stairs, and they lead up, like a spiral stairwell, only there are no walls. The stone stairs are build along the outer walls. There's also piles of rubbish lying about. I look up. I should be able to get to the top. I'll manage, so I try.

But the stairs are broken and parts are missing.
This is a lucid part of the dream. I climb up the first stairs on the east wall. They are broad. The other stairs are on the south wall and even start in the south west, I don't know how to get there. There's lots of plastic rubbish that clings on the stairs. It gives an impression of carelessness. I get on the other side somehow. How I traverse the wide gap, I don't remember. Then, up high a scouts boy appears from the top from over the edge of the building and hails. He asks what I'm doing, because clearly it does not make sense. But because he's there, I can get easily to the other stairs up until the end, where the roof should have been.
He is still young, his name is Klaus and he makes clear this is not the right way. Possibly he gives directions. Anyway I follow him down and then wherever he is going, because apparently he has to meet up with friends somewhere. I follow, thinking that this may help me.

At last we arrive in a more busy part of the city, metropolis. The contrast is telling between the earlier deserted streets. We are inside a building which is a library or a bookstore and at the same time a cafe. There's a buzz of people and a nice cosy atmosphere. Lots of wood. Different floors, big spaces, an open corridor on the side. We are near the entrance.
He meets his friends, they are a girl and two boys, all his age. Teenagers. They have lots to tell each other. I'm not really part of it. I don't really know what to do next. Are they going to help me. I believe this is more or less the end of the dream.
I did remember a part of the conversation, but not anymore. There was a particular question, though a very normal one. Can't remember.
+ Ah yes, Mengmettaal was mentioned in the conversation. A poetry club. Actually a 'dead' poet society, because the society does not exist any longer. I think the girl asked me something about it.

3. Happy Return

Different dream. When I get back I enter a hall, light, and at the other and at a table sits Inro, which surprises me, but it makes me happy. Her same friend is sitting there with her. I don't have to think long, I go sit with them. End of dream.

 

Tuesday

1. Intercept my Brother

I'm at the start of a road and I have to run to the other side. There is more context to the dream, because I also remember houses and being in the houses talking to people, and this is where the reason happens to run.

The road is long, very straight, one single lane, with on the left nothing, or an abyss or a river, inaccessible, and on the right is a height, as if a place for people to sit, watch and cheer the runners. More than man's height, and over the full length, behind them are houses. People sit there. They watch.

I have to catch up with my brother N. He runs behind or through the houses, which is the shorter route. But I have to intercept him, so I can't just run behind him. The way I go is cleaner and faster. I have to be at the other end before him, that is what needs to be done.

When I start, I walk and am at ease, not troubled at all. After a while I do quicken my pace. This is about halfway. Ever quicker. This is also because I see I am pursued by a car or more than one car and I slow down the car, so I have to speed up. There's also wires. They lie about and hinder my running.

So, about halfway, someone sitting on the height, pulls me off the street. He is the one in charge. All the other people are smaller and listen to him (reminds me of the goblin king in the Hobbit film). Lots of yellow. Light, quite lucid. At the same time, I remove myself from the road, so the car or cars can go through. Now I am on the upper level, which is much safer. I still have to hurry.

At the end, I arrive there, in time. I meet the parents and the kids (I forgot who they are).

The dream happens on a Tuesday. This I know in the dream, because I wonder why I am not at badminton. But the case is that I see these kid and parents every Tuesday. Only I know it can't be Tuesday in the dream now. Or can it be and I skipped badminton?

(First dream of the night I remembered).

2. Wired

I had another dream about the cables or the wires. Definitely the projector's wires. They are in the way. Close up type of dream. Light. Maybe a living room. But all is on the floor.

3. Inspecting the Eyes

Maybe I dreamed about Inla. Close up type dream. Sitting next to each other, can't see the surroundings, but may be a pub. Light. She is close to me, touching almost, as she did that day when I first met her. I clearly see her blue eyes. I look long, because I want to see if they resemble Inro's.

4. Miso

Maybe I dreamed about self made miso soup, with vegetable stock.

5. Out of Alignment

Living room, parents' home, brothers are there. Or at a table somewhere. I sit on the sofa, but feel out of alignment, and think about my taiji practice. I am so out of alignment, my spine and my waist are so off in relation to each other that I start explaining this principle to my brothers and I try to shift my spine to show them. That gives me a chance to improve my posture.

I am wearing a sweater of one colour, maybe purple, not something I have. I am dressed quite plain.

6. Guilty

I remember the last bit of a dream. When we all come together we are inside a large room with different section, the group is also divided in different teams. Before we were also outside, town, white, light, deserted, quest.

We sit at tables. I sit at the head of one, doing my thing, writing especially at this point, though before I was occupied with other stuff.

When the person in charge starts to clean up or inspect if everything is done in the right way, he finds a dvd lying about that should have been dealt with. The plastic is torn, so someone started it but did not finish it. It is one in a series, which is even worse, because that means there is a dvd box with a missing dvd that has gone out for real. So we do the preparations. Then he finds more. And I am thinking, was I not doing the dvd's? I think I did, and I may indeed have forgotten about them because more urgent work was calling. No one else seems to jump up and confess, but the man in charge does not look at me, because he thinks I can't be the one, because I should have been doing something else. The whole thing was arranged so that everyone else was in my support. That meant that I would not have had to do the dvd's. But I did. I don't confess. He will get mad, I rather avoid that. So I keep it to myself.

So, in the dream I was the most important person. Everything that was done was done to help me. Every action centred around me. Light, colourful. There's a girl who was close to me, who watched over me the whole time. She might know. But she doesn't speak up. But she does keep me to my important work. Brown hair, not a tall person. Speaks her mind.

7. Lighter

There was something with lighting candles, maybe five candles, all together on a table, arranged, small. I use a lighter, or want to. Maye this was part of the previous dream, an earlier part. Dark.

Lost Car

1. Lost Car

I am in a supermarket, reminds me of Carrefour, but underground, so also Match. Wide shop. One floor. Dark. Clean, or rather empty.

I come at the till, or I want to leave. I have a transparent plastic carrier bag, in which there are three things. One big thing, such as a folder or sheet of paper. Something else which is obvious and then a usb stick that the person at the till does not see. I think, will I keep it from them and steal it away? But I want to be honest. I consider it a long time though to keep hiding it. The way out is also halfway outside.

Car park, big and wide. Dark, but it is night. Above the shop is some other building. The whole thing is built in a dent in the landscape. Valley. Underground. 

At the parking lot. When I leave the building, I have to go down some stairs, this is like the entrance to some dancing hall. I think I just went to a live music show. Pheg is there too. I've seen him inside too. Inside there was light. Lots of people, time to go home, it is late already. I talk to him, though only the strictly necessary.

Maybe Chdm was there too, or in the shop.

When I leave I have to look for my car. I can't find it anymore. I keep looking. This is a bit strange, I hope people don't see this and think I am suspicious.

There is music. I hear real music. Maybe this was in the hall before.

2. Leaving for France

I am in the backyard of Hafr and Brfr. Dark. Again, I just got here; probably from the shop or the party, and now I have to prepare to leave again. This time to France. Fras will be there. She'll be needing me, asking for me. Phpa is also there. This is an important trip. And already planned for some time, so I was mentally prepared.

I'm in the shed in the garden and looking for my stuff. Someone keeps bothering me, maybe one of the sisters, but I still need to do something first. The shed is my place. All my stuff is there. I have a vision of France slightly. Light, open landscape, fields. Maybe the person bothering me is Oddr, although the person might just remind me of her. Something meditation.

I am actually parked in the shed.

This is more or less where the dream ends.

I Know You

1. Toe Nail

A part of a dream is in the veranda at my parents' place. Sunshine, by day. I am in the left half of the veranda. Near a chair.

I remember my toe, maybe not the same as the one I hurt, but it looks the same. And I think, ah, now it is like that again. Coloured, blue from being bruised. And the toe nail is ready to fall off. Smaller nail than before.

2. Lady Rita

I come from the shop where I work. Or maybe prison, or pass the prison, however I walk the length of the Naamsestraat. And on my left, continually, there is a high wall that maybe reminds me of the wall of prison. Red brick wall. There's a lady who I know from the shop. I have seen her just now in the shop, but I don't want to give her too much attention. Especially not when I see that lots of people are drawn to her, like groupies. I know her name too, Rita. This is her name in the dream, don't know her real name. They are all ladies following her around.

When I see her, of course I greet her and I name her by first and last name, but I get odd looks from the wives around her, because they all call her Lady Rita.

(Maybe this was the last dream).

3. Takes a Long Time to Remember

I arrive at a certain place. A high place, covered, and open like a balcony or balustrade. Lots of space beneath us. My brother is here, N. Sometimes this balcony is a real room, but still long, and sometimes it is narrow and dark. But sometimes light.

There are lots of people. Some sit down, some stand. When I arrive, I walk passed two ladies, one of whom is black. I think I know her. I look again but can't figure it out but from the expression on her face I can see she is thinking the same. The other woman is her mother. I walk towards my brother, but I look back and keep looking trying to remember where I know her from.

Then she says something to me, as if to signal that she remembers. Or maybe because I was staring. But when she does, something dawns in me. 

Then I remember. These two have given me a lift like half a year ago, and that must have been the only time I've seen them or met them actually. They gave me a lift when I left the GC barbecue, because I left early, because I still had to catch the train to get to London the same day. They drove me to the station, or to the sea to get across. Now I remember. 

I also remember that she bought a book of mine that day, the small one. So I ask her if it was any good and she says yes and that she uses it every day, or at least still. 

4. Eating in the Living Room

Food. Living room at parents home.  Mother sits on my left, on the sofa. Not her usual place, but she is also actually someone else. Light. Food on the table, but we have to take care not to spill. Happens anyway. The food is good (This from notes). If I remember correctly, people were waiting to eat, but I started anyway.

Brown Primordial Sea

1. Healing

Close up dream. A man's body. Lots of light. Lucid. Healing. I am healing someone, maybe Re. On the man's body, chest and belly, are large coloured areas. Green, blue, yellow, all bright colours. Red. They change. They change place and size. And are like a puzzle that needs to be managed.

(From notes). Healing on two persons.

2. Mud Sea

I'm at one of the poles. Feels like the north pole, however the name I associate with this is Antarctica. We're on the rocks, me at least. I feel very small against the formidable power of nature here. Everything is wild. Rocks on land and then nothing but the vast sea. I walk along a small path or cliff near the sea, almost at sea level towards somewhere. I follow a person, a girl I think. That is the only reason why I go this far out. Because I know it is dangerous.

The sea is muddy, and rocks float in the water. Dirt sticks on the rocks.

Now I'm at the end of the land. Then the rocks start to crumble, not a lot and not all at ones, but just where we are. And we are quickly on a small rock floating in the sea. The sea is really dirty, and I associate it with sexual secretions, maybe my own. And I have to cling well to the rock not to sink, but there is no real danger of dying. Brown dirt, like foam on a soup. 

Now there is really only the wild sea.

Maybe this expedition too began with five people. And we were skiing then.

At some point I see the seed of a dandelion, but a really big one, as if a more primitive, more ancient, prehistoric one. The sea itself feels like the primal sea. I recognize the seed, and then the next one, as a sign of hope, of life and restoration. The seeds find rocks to settle. It is a beautiful sight. That is about the end of the dream. This place is also hot (from notes), heat. But still the seed survives the temperature.

Maybe I fall.
Ancient Sea type of dream.

3. Threatening Opera

Quest. Ardennen. Woods and hills. First we are in a piece of civilized place we are familiar with. We are on a quest. We are five people. Both my brothers are here. The weather is good. It is day when we start off.

Hollow way that leads into a wood. That is the point of crises. Some of us want to go straight and others want to take the shortcut on the right. On our left are fields, they are fenced off. Earthen path. Behind us is civilization.

Two of us immediately take the route through the dark wood. As a response, two others take the upper route. They avoid the forest and climb up the way and continue indeed via the more civilized places. There are also girls in the group. I see what happens, but I follow the ones that go in the wood, that is the destined path. I don't doubt. I leave behind the other two.

There's a thick mist in the forest.

At some point, we come to a stage we enter someone's backyard. The two in front are ahead of me, but I hear them struggle. The path is difficult here. It is very hard to get through. It is especially narrow. We have to continue anyway. So I don't think about it, but just make my best effort and go. I don't have second thoughts and I don't consider other options. In the woods it is dark. But now I truly enter someone else's property. The others are ahead already, again, and face the owner. I hear him shout. He must have seen or heard us. I continue anyway. When I get closer to the house, I see lights inside. I also hear music playing, an opera. Very loud. This is the owner himself, his way of threatening us. But he doesn't come out himself. The trouble is that one of us is inside. I don't care. I'm not afraid of the music. The other two have to help themselves. So I continue. All this happened in the night.

There's not just the opera resounding, but also barking of dogs, very loud, at least two. But one of them is our dog, that someone brought along, and this dog is called Rosa.

And so I pass the house and come to a street. This is the top of a hill and there is a bridge built over the street, a place where three streets come together. A few more houses are in the neighbourhood. But it is more open here.

I'll wait here, at the corner, because surely the other two that took the other path will come from the street on my right. They will have to climb it. In the meanwhile it is morning. The streets are empty. Then I see a girl pushing her bicycle up the steep street. She comes home from work. I recognize her. I've seen her in the shop. I know she will recognize me too, but I don't really know her.

Then I see something strange as I watch her. A large red beast with wings clings on the front of her body. Maybe it is a dragon, maybe a sort of bird, but it is almost the size of a human. And the red stands out.

When I see this, I have a cat nearby myself. And it wants my attention. That's where the dream ends. I'm sure the boys will come from there too.

4. Lift Up and Down

Dark. Inside a building, there is only the lift, am I alone in it? The lift goes very fast up. And then very fast down as if it falls. (Mostly from notes).

I am pursued. Students. I try to escape.

There is a hidden chamber.

I enter. There is a bed and a pillow on the bed. The pillow is especially designed for having sex, either for practicing it on your own, or in pair. Or training really. And the bed itself the same. 

I have to consider (don't know with whom). Then I try anyway, and the next moment I beneath someone who also wants to try. And we are having sex and it is great. Young blond girl. I remember her (Tervuursestraat). Someone enters the room and watches or sees us. 

Queen. Fun. (Can't read the rest).

Fencing

1. Discount on Greeting Cards

(From notes). I'm in the shop. I am busy doing the greeting cards. Cavs is there also. It's been a long time she's been here. It is dark. The shop is quiet. Digr is also here. Maybe Cavs is the one helping me with the cards. Also doing the comic books.

(From notes). Some of the cards or comics are still okay, some are not. So I suppose I have to separate the good from the bad.

There is something with discount. Maybe a customer or Cavs asks. Some cards five percent, others ten percent, perhaps because I'm not sure myself how much discount to give.

2. Cutting Finger

Something with fighting. Definitely sword fighting, fencing. We fight with long swords, maybe katana style swords. Me against five opponents, but that is no problem at all. I can keep them at a distance and beat them all. My brother N is here too.

Watching telly (from notes)? So maybe started from a scene on telly? Don't think so. I remember a dark hall, spacious, which could as well be outside, but supposedly a training hall. Though maybe the part where the opponents are is open, so more can come anytime?

Close up. I've fought man to man with someone, wounded him. I hold his finger. It is bloody. I try to cut off his middle finger of his right hand. I keep him close while I do this. Blood and flesh, this is gore. It takes a long time. After a while I give up and it is just a mess. I leave it at that. But that is where the dream ends.

Never Let Me Go

1. Learning Japanese

I'm in someone's house, visiting. Living room, windows, sunlight. Bright. Other people around, but not crowded. There must haven been something to celebrate. Either the host, she, returns me a book, or I find it lying on the shelves with books, against the wall. Right next to the dining table. There are lots of  books. A few are piled up horizontally. The book of Ishiguro (Never let me go) is there, which is mine, but still lies here. I consider taking it back with me. After a while, I do. I notice that it is the Japanese version. I remember I had another Japanese book at home. And another one that I came by just recently. All of them in the original language. I take it with me to study the language. The title is in Japanese, English alphabet. But I recognize the structure of the language, except that there is somewhere an x in the text, and I don't know how to pronounce that.

+2. Anime Running

I'm outside in the city. Running. I want to try something, and I leave my arms limp, so that they swing behind me. I run a lot faster like that. So that is what it feels like when you run like these characters in anime. Fast like the wind, leaning forward, arms back. No tension in them at all. I'm above street level, running on a stone ridge next to a wall, houses.