Plane to China

1. Her Number in the Paper

Home (parents) on Sunday, living room. Dad's newspaper is open on the table, the low table in the living room. His usual newspaper. Something is written on the page that lies open, with a marker, purple colour, on all the sides where there is room. It is the number of Kaco. I hope nobody notices, but I suppose that my dad will tell me about it, so I assume he knows. Yet I am embarrassed, but I don't say anything. Really big letters, I think everyone must have seen it already. But nobody has said anything about it yet. I hope nobody does.

2. 50 Euro Note

Maybe the same dream. Rain. Father. German. Learning something. Outside, in front of the house. Dark.

50 euro. Book by Cesar Millar and his dogs.

I explain how someone else got to his text. Maybe this is also about the newspaper, or an article?

Maybe the same dream. Someone keeps saying gozaimasu.

+ Jotr?

3. Chinese Lang

The weekend workshop taiji has just ended and we are already on the move again and queuing for taking the plane to China. I am coming along, although I had not expected this, but I have no choice in the matter. My brother D and his friend Pese are here with me, I'm sure they will guide me well, because they have been to China before. And while I am at the airport, which does not look like an airport at all, I am thinking, this is not so bad at all, going to China. What is all the fear about? It is easy.

Light, lots of people. Outside to inside. Garden first, with high fences, vegetation. Pool. Then in the house, some stairs in front of the house, we enter one after the other. The wait is long because there are so many people.

Inside we walk through a big room. This is really like a house. But you have to keep moving, and eventually we would go out at the back and get our plane there. But I see the toilets and go there for a minute. This is a long narrow hallway, all white, but the toilets themselves, a whole row of them, are not clean. I try to ignore that.

Bale is here too. In the meanwhile I also try to learn a bit Chinese, or rehears what I learned before. There is this one word: lang, which we keep saying, but we try to get the intonation right. Làng.

Fist Fight

1. The Man with the White Wall

We are in the backyard, in really all the way at the back, where the shed is, of my parents. And the plans of cousin J's wedding are discussed. All his family is here, aunt M, cousin D and niece R.

The wedding party will be, or is, outside. But first of all what needs to be planned are the cars, who will be in whose car, and the hour of appointment. All appointments in order.

There is a fragment about a boot on a nail, to hammer the nail in the wood, someone stamps on it.

The company owns the bower and will tear it down. (I don't recall who the company is). The shed must have turned into the bower (prieeltje)? This means they play with the world of someone else. I wonder whether this is their responsibility. It feels like they are invading a part of a world that they don't belong in, don't have to meddle in their affairs. (I can't remember whether we are still in the garden at this point).

The building looks a bit weird, and the walls are all white. The whole thing is maybe only one room, one level, but with odd ends that are all round and circular. This building is in the open, like a bower.

There is a guy that starts deconstructing the thing. I wonder whether I should help. It feels like it is expected of me. He loosens a very big piece of one wall and carries it under his arm. It looks weird. It is weird to see a person carry half a wall around. When he detaches the wall, you can see it is made of wood. So no stone or brick is used, that is all an illusion. It was one big illusion to start with.

This whole scene, and maybe what was before in the garden, reminded me of the marriage of king Joffrey and Margaery, in game of thrones. And it seems we are discussing their wedding.

I follow the man with the wall.

There is a small, narrow path that leads away, straight. I take this path. At the end of it I see some folks and I recognize Phpa. At once I run to him to greet him. When I was walking this path, Siph was with me, who is also a person from London, who I have not seen in a long time. He lags behind when I run to Phpa.

When I am at the end of the path, things change again. The group of people are still familiar. But it is Divh who stands closest to me. There are four of five men here, they are all tall, much bigger than me. And they all wear white.

When I meet Divh, we start to fight. This is a friendly fight and I enjoy it much. He surely is much better than me, but I enjoy it. We fight with our fists only, and the punches are really fast and powerful.

There is a point where he is fighting one of the others and I stand behind him and I find a way to help him. When I lightly touch his shoulder with the palm of my hand, the shoulder that he punches with, then his punch is more powerful. I think I see the person he fights has a comrade too, who backs him up. I do this about four times, twice on every side. Then I get involved in the fight myself, although I had not planned this. But I can outlast the match, although it is very heavy. I surely get beaten, but it feels good.

Some last fragment of this dream was about these people talking about their bank accounts. Someone is a customer with an international bank, but forgot the number of his account. However, he got 70 emails, from both sides, on the one hand from the country he lives in and on the other hand from the country where the bank is. They both contacted him, so that he would surely remember.

2. Barred Crossroads

Dream in the street of my parents. We are in the fields, or go there. I am on my bicycle, my brother N follows on his. There is a small group of friends hanging about in front of our parents house, and that of the neighbours, that is H&B. We are still on the street, light, sun. There is a girl, sparkling and brilliant, much younger than me, short blond hair. I say goodbye to her in particular when I am leaving for the fields, or moving house, because that happened too somewhere in the dream. This girl is an outsider, I don't think the others know her, and I am somewhat looking about if others are paying attention to me when I talk to her, because it takes quite a long time. Obviously, she fancies me. But of course, this is the goodbye, not the start of something.

I tell her about badminton. And she asks me when will I see you again? And I tell her my planning. Next week, I say, because that is when I have a tournament. I think that was the reasoning. And I ask her: are you coming then or are you coming to Heverlee? This place is where I usually play. (And maybe I am reminded of swimming pools).

One of the lads about is Beha. But even if these boys are around, I still hit on her.

After that we leave for the fields, N follows, maybe Stco, or when we pass his house. When we come to the T crossroads in the fields, it is partly blocked. Still there is some little space on the left. A few of us pass. I can't remember what I did. Because it is closed, we consider going through the fields. The grass is long, but we wander through. There is maize too, still young I suppose.

I don't want to go through it, so I don't follow (this from notes). But I go back.

When I turn back I see N coming from afar on his bicycle, which means that he was a long time behind and he passes me but does not see me. I still go back.

Then the dream continues, I have come back from the fields and will now move into my new house which is near the house of my parents, but two or three houses further to the beginning of the street.

The house is little. Two stories. Yellow, orange, ochre. Small inside. Enter in the middle, rightaway a staircase up. I live on the second floor. The room is half the size that I'm used to. I've got company, visitors, and inspection, can't remember who. They come and look whether I'm okay.

I look in wonder, everything I see is new, it is the first time I've been here. There is wall paper on the walls, but you can see the tiles of a former stage behind it. While I look about I am thinking I should clean up a bit. There is a bunch of underwear that needs to be given a proper place. And also a hat for winter (muts) and scarves.

There was an old man following me.

Now I have visitors. Ti is one of them. They are playing with a ball. First I am okay with it, but after a while I fear they will break something. But they see my fear and challenge me. They don't give up their game. On purpose they try to hit something to break it, but nothing breaks. First one person throws it to a ceramic bowl, very small, red one, on the floor, the ball lightly touches it and then goes on, but the bowl is still whole. And then a second person tries the same, on another bowl same kind, on the floor, smaller though. Hits it, but fails to break.

3. Pizza and Music

Many people in a hall, then we leave, because it is lunch break. We only have one hour. Everyone goes outside. Bright daylight outside. The exit is narrow, we leave, there is some pushing. A man pushes a young guy rather hard. And it takes a moment before I act, but then I swing my fist at this man in return, because the young person cannot defend himself. The man is on my left. He gets angry, and I tell him why I did it. And he somewhat understands, but says I hit him too hard, maybe seven times, or three times or ten times harder than he did the boy. I tell him that does not matter because he can take it.

Then, in order not to let things escalate, I socialize with him asking him personal questions as if I'm interested in his life. It appears he is a professional fighter and teaches. He says he will teach a class just now and I go a while with him, because it is in the same direction. And then we enter a covered straight hallway, bright, and halfway on the right is a desk with info and all kinds of leaflets are lying about with stuff that happens here. Behind that must be stairs upward to where the training halls are. There are very different classes that are taught here. One in particular I notice is about sex. His fighting class is in there somewhere. All open ads like magazines. I consider, but I can't join him anyway, because I have only an hour and half an hour is already spent. 

So I go straight through to the end of the hallway, there are tables and people sit in groups, like students, and they eat. The bar is in the back. On the right, far end, there is a band playing music, and one sits at a table to check the sound.

I listen to the music. Some of it is metal. I sit down and eat pizza. I share it with someone else. And two other guys are sitting at my table, but they don't finish theirs, so I have to extra pieces. Somewhere in my direct neighbourhood are some Chinese or Japanese folk sitting.

Lemons and Bananas

1. Cloud Atlas

World in two. Sleeping and waking up, running away. Veranda. I can (can't read notes).

A whole time long in the night my mind was still impressed by the images of the film Cloud Atlas, and the dreams were of such variety and changing scene so fast that I could not get a hold on it.

I know the differences between the worlds (2 worlds?). I helped build these myself.

Most of the scenes were light and full of activity.

Fragment where I watch myself in the mirror, and comb my hair. After a while my hair falls in the right way and I am thinking that my mother will be pleased.

2. Lemons and Bananas

There is a dream where I enter my bedroom, in the house of my parents. I have to be silent and careful, because my brothers are already sleeping. D is certainly there. It is midnight. At the foot end of the bed, the room is somewhat bigger than in reality, there is a rack with fruits. Two crates on one of the low shelves carry lemons and bananas. There are also fruits that look like them but are not lemons. I try to bring some order into it, while I try to keep silent.

I also have to hurry, because I have to go back, somewhere, out of the room. 

There was a whole lot more about the dream, but I did not make the effort to memorize, because I needed my sleep.

3. London Shop

Maybe more like a hypnogogic dream.

In London, at Phpa's place. We are outside, something with chopping trees, all kinds, and need to be replanted, but the trees are really big and grown. This is on a side, slope. Phpa is on the top and I am below. There are big plastic containers lying about, some guy has left his garbage here, but Phpa thinks he might use it. I know he will take it in the house, but I don't think it is a good idea. In the least, he will have to rinse those. I am too far away to say anything.

Then he goes inside and I go along the piece of land to the other side and back up and then I am in the shop, of course this is not my shop, but since no one else is here, I am the one to keep it. And a girl comes in, it is open, in nature. And she buys something, and then is looking for another thing, about game of thrones. She is from Gent or somewhere, maybe even Leuven, that is from Belgium. And we don't have the thing she wants so she says if she can come back but I tell her that I'll be gone in two or three days and will be back in Belgium then. And after a short conversation she says she might see me here in London or there in Belgium. She tried to pay something, but it did not work. And there are four machines to pay electronically. And when it does not work, I see there are many many, rows and rows, behind the counter, on the counter, beside the counter on the floor, and so on. But none of them will work, so I leave it like that and trust that I will see her again.

After this people are coming in and there is planned some happening, but I don't see Phpa anywhere, so I go in, I enter his place, and think I see him snoring in the corner and call his name, first twice silent, and then once a little harder, and I hear him answer, but I don't know where the voice is coming from. Then this person in the corner is waking up but he does not look like Phpa at all, and I look about me but I don't see Phpa. End of the dream.

Have You the Goddess in You?

1. Women Stall

My own apartment. I am there. Brothers jump in. I don't want them to be here but they come anyway. They want inside and I can't say no because something needs to be arranges. Especially my father, he is here to do something. Possibly my brothers were already in the house. N for sure.

Luckily for me, my mother does not want to stay. And she goes and after a while my father goes too.

My brother N and I go home too, we take a very particular route. It has to be that one and no other. Naturally we meet our parents on the way.

I thought the place would have been somewhere else, but I recognize the mother of Hafr, who stands in a stall, like one of the KVLV, in front of the Unic. The street must have been set off for this. This means that my brother and I come from the centre of town, Herent, and go from there to our parents. The place we intend to go is to H&B probably, but now their mother is here and we stop here. The front of their shop faces the Unic.

They sell all kinds of things, but mostly clothes, and everything is for girls. My brother is certainly not interested. I on the other hand am polite. Oddly enough they are the only stall here. 

The mother of Hafr starts to say things to me, like if I like the clothes here and whether I would like to buy anything. The ladies laugh. They're teasing me.

I got there with my bicycle. My brother followed me with his car. But now that we've stopped, he is on his cycle too.

I had trouble with my bicycle when we entered this street. And I had no control, or not enough. That is, I wanted to go straight, but I went left, and I had trouble evading a wall or a post and so on. Also, my left brake was broken. N drove slowly behind me. I don't hurt myself in the end, so all is alright.

We drive up a hill too, or this street has a slope (which is not there in reality). At a certain point there are cars coming from in front of us and I have to evade them, that is a little difficult. But it all works.

And then Kr, the mother of Hafr, asks me, or both of us, but especially me: do you have a goddess in you? And of course I have to answer positively, so that is when the ladies start to laugh and giggle. Of course she means if I have a feminine side. I say that is well possible, and in my defense, I add, mostly subconscious. Of course this does not help and they keep teasing me.

A part of their stall has food too. My father is there, at a small, improvised table, and eats a bruschetta with garlic. Everyone had already eaten. But I want some too.

At a certain point someone says: it smelled like patrick and samurai, half garlic. The first is a kind of sauce in the dream, the second and third are one and the same thing. I would like something with garlic.

At the end of the dream, there is an urgency call for Ba of the badminton. Apparently, he also does emergencies, for hospital or whatever, and he is called. It takes a really long time, but I think my father says not to worry. This was the last scene.

2. Saving the Pink Pig

I'm in an unfamiliar house, spacious, one level, maze, everything is connected and open, as if this building has no roof, and only small walls, so that you always have an overview of the place. Much light, yellows in the walls. 

By the end of the dream I am in a different house, without a roof too, came in in the front, can only stay here a short while. Brother N and a girl are here too, she led me in. I have to be quick. Back of the house is a yard. You can see everything. 

There is a scene with eating. A lot more happened in the first house too though, can't remember.

Now I have to collect in this empty feeling house what I hid here before, I know exactly where it is. It is in a corner, the smallest room, obviously the toilet. I open the door, and there it is on the floor. There are other things waiting here too. I take three things with me. First the thing I came for, which I've now forgotten what it was. Then I take the small pink plouche pig that I put here and belongs to the first thing too. And then a third thing, but I can't remember what. The third thing was a red pen. The whole pen was red and I put it on where I usually do, so at that point in the dream I am wearing my badge. And it feels like I'm working. I put the pen on my badge.

I have to take these things with me, now I am ready to run.

People are looking for this, so now I have to run away with it. Not to my house. But to friends, or this is my friend's house. I want to help, even if this is not my personal mission.

At some point Pebr is here. He is at the front door and enters. Sometimes Scout's like scenes. He follows us through the house. He is contaminated with something, so we don't want to be in his neighbourhood. Something about Cthulhu.

3. Difficult Customers

In the shop, which looks rather different and very unfamiliar to me. I feel like stranger here and when I arrive, which is the start of the dream, I am rather uncertain of how to work here. The space is open, one floor, different levels, corners. In the middle is a tv, projecting on a screen on the wall. You can sit on a cube that serves as a bench, white. In the dream I never see the whole shop, only the part I come. I feel sure in the upper part and try to keep to that piece.

At first it seems I am the only person working here, while there are a lot of folks. Then after a while, when I'm already helping customers and having difficulties, I realize there are colleagues, Digr and Brva for sure, possibly Keva.

What I would like to do most is not work but enjoy my time and watch telly. But I can't, I have to work.

A customer comes to me and asks me a question. Something with something she ordered (reservatiebewijsje). Apparently something has gone wrong, and I listen, but I can't fix the problem. I don't know what to do.

Lots of other stuff is happening at the same time. All this happens around me, but I'm not a part of it.

This upper room, there is a table in the middle and I sit myself on the left side. Customers gather on the right side. I can't even tell who was first. I am helping someone and the others have to wait. I can't take the pressure. And I know I can't help this one customer, so I have to look for a different solution. At some point I can't take it anymore and I get angry and I shout at the people, to one lady in particular, but she could not help it, even if she was pushy. And immediately afterwards I apologize.

I still want to help. I also want to run away. At this point I know there are colleagues, and I want to send the customers to the others. I run away for a little, to the central room with the tv, but I don't allow myself to watch tv or relax. Digr sees I'm having difficulties, and that is it. So I get back and try to help anyway.

I don't think I really helped any of them.

Then the scene changes, and there is a way out, the place outside is even higher and I see some people there and looks really good and I want to be a part of that. And I follow and I see that many people do, and that I seem to make the right choice by going outside. More people follow. Still, my boss and my colleagues are dumbstruck and don't understand that I am going out. They stay in. But out is where it is happening.

Some sort of circle is formed with the people outside. This is clearly an alternative kind of thing, but I might enjoy it. I'm the only employee here. I don't take hands, but some do in the circle. I'm more on the side, this is also because I would like to observe first. They're singing of course, and I like that and join. Some other people that come in later stand by me and don't hold hands and don't really join the circle, but they're still out.

Then they start to dance, which I had expected. We with our little group with whom things take a little longer stay, but after a while someone takes my hand and a small row is formed and dance too, on our own, which is as good. And we go this way and that way, I am a little surprised when we change direction. First a person on my right leads but in the end there is a person on the left leading. Girl wearing white dress, lace. I'm having fun. This is about where the dream ends.

Driving Ten Miles per Hour

1. Waiting for Racr

Dream about teaching the meditation. I have to wait for Racr, he's late. Leuven.

It is already in the middle of the night, but Racr does not come. He (or someone else?) asks me whether we can start without him.

There are two kinds of meditation. My own kind of meditation suits me best and I feel more comfortable then. And in the end, I only do this one type.

2. Taiji Coat

Taiji dream. I have to give class and when we are about to do the long form, I stand in the middle of the people, in the middle of the class. But in the meanwhile Tivd has come back, has returned, and her group as well, and they stand among us and join us and I am a bit confused and uncertain. What should I do now?

Once we start the long form I suddenly realize that I am wearing a long dark blue coat, much like my winter jacket, only longer and more sturdy, but it reminds me of my jacket. A woman on the right in front of me sees me and says something about it, that is when I start to feel embarrassed. (Most lucid moment). This is rather clumsy, moving in such a cloak. It is especially difficult because I can't move my arms properly. That is why I sometimes put my arms naked from underneath the coat, but the weight of the coat is too much. And sometimes I do the movements with my hands inside my cloak, but it is not right. Sometimes I can find my way into the sleeves, too. 

After a while everyone stops and I can't remember where we arrived in the long form, and I feel a bit lost, what movement follows after the one I just did?

Later in the same dream, Keva has an appointment with Digr. There are stairs down. (Can't remember the rest, I can read the plan on my notes).

3. Mother wants to Sleep and Father wants to Jog

The kitchen and the garage, house of parents. Parents, brothers and me are all there. My brothers and I are watching television in the dining room. The parents are in the living room, my mother wants to rest when the come home. We are watching the end of something.

Now that the parents are home and mother wants to sleep in the living room, we have to make room, because we can't make noise. The first thing we do is tune down the sound of the television. The tv-set is a bit improvised, because it is just on the dining table. We sit in the chairs or stand. And the screen is directed in such a way that we can all watch. White colours in the room, bright. Maybe it is a pc, not a tv. Something with a cloth, lace? The sound is of classical music.

Suddenly my dad, or both my parents, decide they will not sleep. I was already considering going out of the house in order not to bother them. In fact, my father intends to go for a jog outside. And my brother N spontaneously follows him outside and joins him. This I had not expected. Again, I don't know what to do, but there is nothing to do but keep watching.

Same dream but earlier. Outside, dark, father drives and takes me somewhere, maybe school, or something schoollike. We drive to a remote part of town with small asphalt roads that go steeply up and down and seem to come back where they started, as if we are driving in circles. There are tall trees like poplars, and high red brick walls, as if of schools. In some areas you can only drive 10 km/h. I can tell my dad is driving slow, but he does not mind, and it feels right, and then I also see a sign with the speed limit, it is 10 km/h. I can't believe it, but now I understand why my dad was driving so slow. I did not mind either. Besides, we were the only ones on the road.

A Hot Bath

1. Back from Indonesia

I am back from a long journey, from Indonesia. I come home, house of my parents. Their house is much bigger than in reality. Bigger than I remember. There are a lot more veranda's now. And rooms placed one after another. Veranda's in front of the living room. The house is long. Purples, Greens, brown.

Some parts are dark and cold, but they are at the far end. Where I am it is warm. The kitchen is warmed especially for me and I stay in those warm places. There is a space behind that, sealed of with curtains.

At the moment I am alone, the phone rings, I pick up. I search for something (Can't remember)?

I continue, come in the veranda, from where I remember is the living room. I see my dad. Light. He is the only person here. He peeps from behind boxes as if to surprise me, but he is actually waiting.

2. Selling Cycles

At home. An upper floor. Somewhere glass window panes are stocked. We have to move them. Or sell them. The place is a bit complex, half inside, half outside. The room I am in is the one I feel the most comfortable in, but I don't want to leave this room, sometimes I come in the hallway to meet customers. There it is white. My room is the highest floor, but actually there is only one floor, only mine is built higher than the rest.

I am selling things, that means that I may feel private, but this is not a private place. I am selling t-shirts. There is a family that comes and buys t-shirts and other stuff that comes with the Cera promotion, like the bicycle stuff, bag and so on.

I am selling them a bicycle. I have these stocked behind me on an upper shelf, I have to reach to get one free. These customers had ordered this in Gent or Brussels, but have already paid. They got their papers with them, I see the paper, two of them. They look unfamiliar, very different than what we have in the shop, and I try to identify all the necessary information. I don't see it, but if I look long enough, it looks okay and I agree with them, saying that I will help them. It took a while, but that long. This family has one lady with short hair and a bit bigger than most people, and a young woman. The other people I can't remember.

They also want t-shirts, the shirts are white.

I wonder if they will get outside well, with their cycle, because this place has stairs everywhere. That is because of the differences in level all through the floor.

A later part of the dream is when I let run water for a hot bath, and my brother N is here too. He helps me. This is the bathroom of our parents. I let run water in the sink at the same time thinking this might be a waste, but it is necessary to fill the bucket that N is watching over. So this water is magically transported to his side. And I need his for the bath too, somehow.

I undress. I still have my pajamas on. The water is hot.

Three Halls

1. Selling Books

Kivo? Selling books. I take over. PC. (Can't read notes).

2. Mother's Day

In a car, driving.

The end of the dream. At some point we drive up on a very narrow cobbled street in the woods at night, it is dark and I think we will never make it and it is a bit scary and I don't know what we will find at the other side, but I let her, the driver, do what she will. I can't remember who drives, but it must be someone I know, maybe Kaco.

At some point Bale is there too, in the car? Or where we arrive?

The path ends on top of a hill in the middle of the woods, a house with gardens in front, for vegetables. Shaggy. Light. We park the car. She knows the person who lives here. Then this person comes out of the house, it is a handsome middle aged man.

I think Kaco needed to drive up here because she needed to deliver something or to get something back. I just follow. But when we park, she sees kitchen stuff on the floor beside the veranda, on the inside, and it is hers, while she thought of bringing this to the man. Three things are there, while she came to swop only one thing, the sieve (vergiet). Or strainer. There is a glass bowl as well.

The man is dressed in a green shirt and has jeans, they know each other well, go back a long time. I feel a little out of place here. The man looks familiar.

I should have brought my own stuff, whatever?

We go inside after him. Later in the dream, other people arrive too, and Elbe and Ande are here too. Everyone is welcome.

Then at some point, Kaco must leave to do something, she takes the car, a grey one, and drives to wherever, and after a while she comes back. I stay in the house the whole time and have a fun time with my friends.

Maybe the same dream. When we are there outside of the house. Maybe Ande or Elbe, they talk about a game they were playing, like badminton, but with just the hand movements, it looks a bit like playing on the wii. I mimick the gestures. It reminds me a bit of kungfu too.

Later, maybe some place else. Or after a walk we arrive at some other place which looks like a classroom in a school with a playground, and all kinds of women are there, they gather and discuss what they will do for Mother's Day. Inla is there too. And two young women with weird lipstick who fancy me, I don't know what to do. Something that is discussed must be kept secret naturally.

We are in a small hall which looks like a cafe or maybe refectory, but not very big, and rather empty, there is a bar opposite from where we entered. There are maybe two other guys in the whole group of women, maybe a dozen. One of the ladies says something, but I can't read my notes, maybe: men have it something something.

Then Inro appears from behind the bar, she was hiding there. I knew she was there and I spot her immediately, and I wink, she winks back, as if this is a reference to our organizing of Mother's Day. She jumps out, blond, radiant as she is. But a little after a man comes from behind the bar too with his pants open and trying to button it close. This is not what I want to see. I try not to let it come to me, but I can't understand why she would do that and not get familiar with me.

3. My Brother's Wedding

Playground, school, assembling in one of the classrooms, the furthest away. People come in one by one. This is for our brother's wedding. Dark and small room, all people sit in the back, in the front it is empty and there is a screen. Lots of family, aunts and uncles from father's side, and mother's side. When the room is somewhat full, N and I give a presentation again.
(+ I remember the start of the presentation was exactly as in real life, colours and all).

Don't know what happens next exactly, but at some point I need to go to the bathroom. As in any school, the toilets are outside in a separate room, I go out and cross the playground. The toilets are on the other side. I go in. Already, I see children hanging about. I wonder what they do here, because it is already late. I want to take a pee and stand before the toilet. Then one of the children comes in and starts to annoy me, the other children, maybe two or three, come in and watch. The first child says that he will bully me so that I cannot take a pee. I let him do awhile, and see what happens, but he does not give up, so I leave and think, then I will do this my way, I can hold it up until after the ceremony, there will be plenty of opportunities, I'm not giving this guy his pleasure. So I try to ignore him and go back.

When we are done, we go to the next hall, which looks more like a church, big red brick building, also with a courtyard, on the right, upper floor. Light. Many guests. I know for sure that things will be chaotic, from the looks of it, because no one has a clue. I tell D, you should ask Joof again to lead the ceremony, but D replies that this is already taken care of, only it will be someone else, and he points to a man I don't know.

We are guided to the upper floor, which is like a balcony, and sit down on the seats. Mother already sits. Clearly, everyone just sits where he likes, there is no order, I cannot have this. This balcony looks out to the courtyard.

Maybe the whole complex is closest to a college.

I don't know exactly what happens here, but I think it is just the gathering of all the guests, because when everyone is seated, we are asked to enter another hall, which is across the yard. This time there is more order, they come and get us in order, and we walk two by two down and in the other hall, this hall looks like a church, the seats are the same, and the front is the same.

I have a girl on my arm, or I give her my arm. I can't remember who it was, but by the time we enter the hall, she is Robd, and she has a tendency to lead. Inside, I see that my mother is already seated, and a few more people, but the place my mother sits in is not assigned her, and again I know no good will come from this. Therefore, to make things right, we go sit in her neighbourhood, as well as N as my father, so that we are all together at least. But we are not in the front rows, maybe forth or fifth row, and also occupy two different rows, I sit behind mother.

D stands in front, and his master of ceremony too.

I can't remember more details, but at some point I see Stco enter and sit behind us, but by this time, the room or the seats are oriented the other way, and all is on one level, not sloping.

There is also a part in a dream where I recognize Ka, the sister of Ja, neighbours from a long time ago, maybe other neighbours too, my father is there when I meet them, maybe this is in the yard. I can't remember the details, nor the circumstances.

At least there are a few familiar faces.

The dream goes on after that in yet another place, but I seem to have forgotten the rest...

+ In one of the dreams was also Grdr.