1. Cycling Danger
Dream starts in a university hall, the rector is there, a group, we are being guided by a tourist guide. The elder ones follow behind. Something with a man horse, centaur?
When we leave this place, we are still a group, we go behind another place and not the ordinary route so people don't spy on us, and I intend to leave and go a certain way. The others follow me. After the building behind which we walk, we go left, and cycle, all of us, and a little bit further we turn right and enter a field, there is a field path, but it is covered with grass, a little steep slope up, but once in the field it is still difficult to cycle, because of the grass, there is no real road, but tracks seem to exist, and I have been here before. It is deep, this path, but that does not make it more functional.
Feels like the Diestsesteenweg. Only it is in the country side.
After a while, I'm behind and two others, and the rest is ahead, they go a little faster and I let them, because there is only one way. Then suddenly from the country side we enter the high road and cars and trucks drive by fast, we are there from one moment to the other and it is a little surprising and suddenly we have to be cautious, but I will not slow down or stop or go to the side, we can use this road and it will go a lot faster. More dangerous, too.
There is a tunnel ahead, that will be even more difficult, because there will naturally be less room.
When we enter the highway, I am with these two other guys, and we get in between trucks, three in front of us, in a row, and one behind us. We go fast now. I try to keep up, we have to go at least as fast as the trucks and keep moving. One of those guys has a girl on his shoulders, that was the only way to have her travel, he carries her.
Then in the tunnel two others get an accident, we arrive later, but I can't remember what happened, I don't think I enter the tunnel at all, dream stops with that.
2. Double Mind
Possibly the same dream
In the dream, because of my actions (?), people think I'm crazy (in the sense of being overcourageous). At some point I talk to Svdb, him I can trust. At some point, Svdb says I have to read the book of the grey shrimp.
Later, I lay down on top of a table, this is my final destination, something with a puppet, or like a puppet (which reminds me of Rachel of Terry Goodkind's books).
There is a doctor in the neighbourhood and I explain to him that my mind is not my own. There is something going on that feels like possession. The things I do are someone else in me, but I am aware of what happens, though no control. Someone else's mind has been put into mine. And this mind has no other body or no other place to go.
I have a book at hand in which I had been reading on my own here. While I'm on the table, like a doctor's table, only in the middle of a normal room, I sit up and see notes on the floor and elsewhere near me, five euro notes, two of them, by the leg of the table, on my right. And some on the bed as well.
I don't want the doctor to see those fivers, and I want to pick it up.
3. Fencing
Fencing?
Car making u-turn?
Norwegian Wood, of Murakami? Or at least something that reminds me of this book and story.
4. Door to a New Floor
We are on our way to somewhere, we stop to rest a little, sit at a table.
A while nothing happens, the room reminds me of the kitchen of my parents. Nothing special happens, although we meet with the people who run this place, complex building, weird atmosphere.
Everyone goes to the bathroom, I have to go too, but I wait till everyone's gone, so that I can go in all peace.
So I go as last. I think in the meanwhile we also try to eat or drink, but I'm not sure anymore.
The bathroom is to the left, public toilets, big room, for boys. Other people are still here. One person was not back and is still there. But two women who work here are chatting and idling in the room.
The place does not look like a bathroom, although there are a bunch of separate rooms next to each other, I check one of those, the one all the way on the left, but I don't find the toilet. It seems to be a shower, mandir maybe. And I feel like I don't understand while everyone else apparently does.
I say nothing and I go to the other side. Opposite is a balustrade. Like a balcony, that is, you look one or two floors down. And I take a pee here. Beneath me I can see yellow water, so I must be right. Of course, this is a place where everyone in the room can see you, there is no extra door or wall or whatever, but I pee down, and it goes in the big basin that looks like an old swimming pool, length of the room.
Closer to the side of the balustrade is another long, but narrow pool of water that I think is an aquarium, and I even see fishes. The aquarium is so full that the water goes over the edge. Yellow as well, and at that point I think it is a bit filthy, because the fish have to live in that. But when my pee slows down it naturally comes down in that one, and I don't give a damn.
Then I feel like I have to take a shit as well and realize that will be a little more difficult here, knowing that peeing is already difficult. I turn around because I want to check the bathroom. People are still there, they don't make a move. People keep looking for the toilet, where it actually is, and I'm the same. (This is the earlier fragment, should come here).
I enter one of those places, and I don't find a toilet, and the little room looks really old, old-fashioned. It looks more like a room for changing clothes, when you go for a swim. I think, this must have been a pool ages ago.
At this moment, two young people keep this place open, as far as I can tell, and we trust them, although they are only students and live here and rent a room here, so they are not really in charge, but the lady who is, does not want to show herself, she keeps to herself. These two are Spanish students. They are a boy and a girl.
When I'm back at the table, we get something to eat, I am at the left corner. I put salt in my dish, whatever it was, but the salt itself has a taste too, and comes in portions in plastic bags that you have like for boemboe. So it is herbs too. I'm sitting a bit to the side or at the edge, so I'm not all the way with my feet under the table.
I'm late with eating, everyone else is finished, but there are still a lot of plastic bags on the table. Small, square, wood. The students are on the right, behind me, somewhere. There is a door that leads in front, and one behind us through which we entered this place.
I cut open a bag and put it on my food, everyone at the table corrects me. I took the wrong bag, but I can't tell the difference. These things are transparent anyway. There is a whole assortment of it.
Three packs of salt I already had, now I take the fourth portion, but again I make a mistake and open it wrongly. That is when things become hysteric, or people panic, because I should of all things not have touched that one bag. It's too late for that know. I did not know, everyone else did, they were informed, while I was away.
Now I see what is in it. The table was divided in two, there was something in the middle, because one part was higher or something, or it was originally two tables put together. This bag was in the centre, but on my side of the table. In it was a necklace, pearls, very beautiful. I realize why I should not have touched it. And I'm thinking, yes, I'm not going to buy this, because I'm not a woman. If I would then this situation would turn out okay, but now it is hopeless, they can't sell it again.
My brother D is there and he says: but that is not your kind of thing, and you will not buy it anyway. Is what he says. And the two students really cannot laugh with the situation, this is bad. They say they have to go and get the landlady, she must know.
I still don't know what I did wrong. In the meanwhile I'm thinking of a solution. We could open the other bag, and transfer both contents. And then I see some of the bags have a different closing mechanism and we can use that, like tape, to close the original one, and it will look like nothing has happened. But it will not do.
During this whole thing, the boy student says he has not seen the land lady since 2009. Everyone is a little shocked to hear that. She must really be a special case. So those two students take the door behind us and a stairway down. They will look for her. Also during this whole thing, because we are not serious about it, because it feels like we've stepped in a different world, the necklace has fallen onto the floor. I'm not urged to go and take it.
After a while I decide I should take my responsibility and go after them and share the punishment when they meet the landlady. So I get up and take the stairs to the cellar (it reminds me of the cellar of my parents). While I do this I know it is the right thing to do.
When I am below, there is a whole different floor, big and complex, I am in a t-shirt only, I am wearing no pants, naked there. This is because my pants got wet or dirty, when I tried to go to the toilet. Or it is still wet because it has just been washed, I put it in the wash.
I go nonetheless, decided.
And I actually find this woman. She has grey hair. Can't remember what happened. She sees me, she is a distance away from me, again, where she stands feels like the kitchen, and I come in, but the room is big. She is Spanish too. I can't tell her age. I think she got grey hair because she's always alone in the dark.
Anyway, I go with the landlady back upstairs. In the meanwhile, I know this house has even more levels. And this is what happens, because when we should arrive back where I came from, she opens a different door and she says: is the house something something. She means to say: is this the house you came from and where she originally came from but she can't remember, because it's been too long for her. Is this the house? I answer: no, because my floor is still higher up.
But, we go in anyway, and on this floor everything is new. Something something flushed with water? Means maybe living room under water, can't remember.
Anyway, the conclusion is that everything has been healed when I enter the different door, the one she opened.
That is where the dream ends, and I feel a little different.
Friday, 19 July 2013
Thursday, 18 July 2013
Girl Drowns in Ice Cold Pool
1. Swamp
Swamp, water.
2. Walking with Mith
In the dream I see in advance what will happen. Everything is full of light, but also very busy, and it seems, many things at the same time, and mostly, I wait, and see that things actually happen. Many thoughts went out to Mith, and many seemed to come in from Tivd.
One fragment is like this. There is Mith, outside, but not alone, with some friends of her, and she is going somewhere because she needs to do something, possibly taiji.
I follow her. At some point there is a long escalator downwards, and when I'm on it, it goes fast really suddenly, (from notes: the same as in a movie theater, the stairs downward, I mean kinepolis in Leuven, when you go back after seeing the film, everyone has to take the same stairs, and it is somewhere small in the back, concrete walls).
This is inside, but when we are down, that is outside again, and the whole thing looks like you go down the Donkerstraat (I used to do this with my bicycle, and went very fast), this was in my head, but I don't think the street was really there, but it might have been the same place anyway, at the bottom (because I have had many dreams about that place long time ago).
Then there is some sort of signal, or I am the signal, or a tone, I can't remember really. Anyway, now it seems that Mith was about to go swimming, and when two of my own group see this, they go after her, because they cannot restrain themselves. Maybe the pool was in the dream. I remember a special place, this was also down the bottom of a hill, and it was circular like a pond, for one person.
But the water was cold, and she was in it and she almost drowned because it is no normal pool. And maybe one of the guys was Bana. And Mith was walking before with her two dogs. They were in the dream.
At that point the vision that I had in the beginning comes true. But I must have seen it a few times. As if different stories are experienced at the same time.
Now it is my responsibility, I find, that I have to stop those two men coming after her, police (?). I will try and prevent them from groping her, that will give Mith the time to escape, she is in enough trouble there in the pool as it is. This turns in a sword fight (?).
And she goes under in the ice cold water. Which is okay because it is hot, but it must not be very pleasant for her.
3. Pizza Bar and Couple
Everyone is on excursion.
Jommeke comic books. People dressed like them, on the cover, or they disguised. Can't remember context.
There was also a puzzle or drawing, shiny, and I had to put a tile in the right spot, which was in the far left corner.
I am somewhere upstairs in the shop, light, on my own, relaxed, and using Keva's real pen. I am at a desk at the wall, other people are surely waiting for me but I want to do this first. The paper in front of me, I write, only fragments, words, here and there, no coherence. And the ink makes blots, because I'm not used to write with a real pen. I can't write with this.
Then Keva comes and takes a look and he has his pipe with him (?).
There is a girl on my left, this may be in a different location, same house, she looks exotic, reminds me of the Australian one, she is still very young. I put my arm around her and she kisses me, she cannot hold her back, and her kisses are really wet. And she keeps doing this.
Then I enter a place somewhere to eat pizza, this is the last part of the dream, maybe another dream, but still the same dream cycle, and there is a table in the middle, behind that on the left is the counter where you can order food. There is a couple at the table, and they take a lot of space, though they sit at the left side, and there are many seats around the table. The woman on this side, the man on the other side. And I see it, and the table is full of folders and papers, the girl is studying, for sure. And I think, there is room, but better sit somewhere else and not disturb them, and then I think, I might just as well sit here, and this I do.
After a while I'm a lot closer to that girl, and even if that man is in front of me, I somehow touch her on the leg or somewhere, and after that I become bolder and put my hand under her bottom, and am shocked myself, and fear that she will be angry, so I back away, but she does not really go mad. Maybe she wants it too, though it is not clear in the dream, and maybe at that time, the man was gone to the toilet. But this is also where I wake up.
Swamp, water.
2. Walking with Mith
In the dream I see in advance what will happen. Everything is full of light, but also very busy, and it seems, many things at the same time, and mostly, I wait, and see that things actually happen. Many thoughts went out to Mith, and many seemed to come in from Tivd.
One fragment is like this. There is Mith, outside, but not alone, with some friends of her, and she is going somewhere because she needs to do something, possibly taiji.
I follow her. At some point there is a long escalator downwards, and when I'm on it, it goes fast really suddenly, (from notes: the same as in a movie theater, the stairs downward, I mean kinepolis in Leuven, when you go back after seeing the film, everyone has to take the same stairs, and it is somewhere small in the back, concrete walls).
This is inside, but when we are down, that is outside again, and the whole thing looks like you go down the Donkerstraat (I used to do this with my bicycle, and went very fast), this was in my head, but I don't think the street was really there, but it might have been the same place anyway, at the bottom (because I have had many dreams about that place long time ago).
Then there is some sort of signal, or I am the signal, or a tone, I can't remember really. Anyway, now it seems that Mith was about to go swimming, and when two of my own group see this, they go after her, because they cannot restrain themselves. Maybe the pool was in the dream. I remember a special place, this was also down the bottom of a hill, and it was circular like a pond, for one person.
But the water was cold, and she was in it and she almost drowned because it is no normal pool. And maybe one of the guys was Bana. And Mith was walking before with her two dogs. They were in the dream.
At that point the vision that I had in the beginning comes true. But I must have seen it a few times. As if different stories are experienced at the same time.
Now it is my responsibility, I find, that I have to stop those two men coming after her, police (?). I will try and prevent them from groping her, that will give Mith the time to escape, she is in enough trouble there in the pool as it is. This turns in a sword fight (?).
And she goes under in the ice cold water. Which is okay because it is hot, but it must not be very pleasant for her.
3. Pizza Bar and Couple
Everyone is on excursion.
Jommeke comic books. People dressed like them, on the cover, or they disguised. Can't remember context.
There was also a puzzle or drawing, shiny, and I had to put a tile in the right spot, which was in the far left corner.
I am somewhere upstairs in the shop, light, on my own, relaxed, and using Keva's real pen. I am at a desk at the wall, other people are surely waiting for me but I want to do this first. The paper in front of me, I write, only fragments, words, here and there, no coherence. And the ink makes blots, because I'm not used to write with a real pen. I can't write with this.
Then Keva comes and takes a look and he has his pipe with him (?).
There is a girl on my left, this may be in a different location, same house, she looks exotic, reminds me of the Australian one, she is still very young. I put my arm around her and she kisses me, she cannot hold her back, and her kisses are really wet. And she keeps doing this.
Then I enter a place somewhere to eat pizza, this is the last part of the dream, maybe another dream, but still the same dream cycle, and there is a table in the middle, behind that on the left is the counter where you can order food. There is a couple at the table, and they take a lot of space, though they sit at the left side, and there are many seats around the table. The woman on this side, the man on the other side. And I see it, and the table is full of folders and papers, the girl is studying, for sure. And I think, there is room, but better sit somewhere else and not disturb them, and then I think, I might just as well sit here, and this I do.
After a while I'm a lot closer to that girl, and even if that man is in front of me, I somehow touch her on the leg or somewhere, and after that I become bolder and put my hand under her bottom, and am shocked myself, and fear that she will be angry, so I back away, but she does not really go mad. Maybe she wants it too, though it is not clear in the dream, and maybe at that time, the man was gone to the toilet. But this is also where I wake up.
Wednesday, 17 July 2013
Three Glass Lifts
1. Storm
Staff (?) at stormy weather.
2. Three Spacious Lifts
I am somewhere in a big building, other people too, light, all the rooms, income halls, and even the lifts, are spacious, as if built for bigger people. Especially the lifts are spacious, more than necessary, wider than a room. There are three of them on one floor, next too each other. The whole floor is nothing but those three lifts and the room to wait. They are made of glass, so you can see through them.
We are all wearing the same kind of suit. That is grey, but with yellow belts.
I take the lift which is most to the right. Something about competitors, maybe the lifts or people represent competing teams. I want to go on my own, and that is why I take the one furthest of where we are standing, and I go down, descend. The reason is because I already know this, that means, because I know how to do things, I would rather go on my own, before anyone else moves, and go down.
3. Promise to Prepare the Veggies
Brothers D and N, though D more present. They are in the living room, playing computer games on the television. It is late, maybe even past midnight.
I am not with my brothers, but sit a little away from them, don't know where exactly. But my mom and dad are opposite of me, and I tell them that I decided to work for Delhaize for another week. I suppose we sit in the dining room, but we don't eat, just relax. I am at ease, there is light.
I also say to my parents that when they are on holiday and away from home, that I will take care of the vegetables and prepare them. This is because this needs to be done on a particular day, can only be done on that day, parents or whatever have done the earlier preparations before, and circumstances have led to this situation, that they are on holiday, just now when the vegetables need to be prepared. So I promise that I will do this. It is a promise.
The days in this thing are very important. From notes: Saturday, August. The Saturday is meant to do the groceries, or shopping for preparing the meal, which would then be on Sunday I suppose. And because in August, I suppose that will be the first weekend, though I can't remember.
N & D are eating in front of the tv.
4. Taiji in White
We are doing taiji in white suites. Mother has joined us and she gets good marks, 7 out of 10. I can't remember from whom.
I prefer the white clothes.
All the others are on one line and wait until I am finished. I suppose I was not in that line, and I was the farthest away.
There is also a video playing, at the same time, when we practice, and I watch this, so I see myself, I watch myself move.
Somewhere in the dream is also Tivd, who has a big pot with brown porridge, and there are big chunks of mushroom in it. Someone will take them out and eat them for me, because I don't like that, but I don't feel disgust.
Staff (?) at stormy weather.
2. Three Spacious Lifts
I am somewhere in a big building, other people too, light, all the rooms, income halls, and even the lifts, are spacious, as if built for bigger people. Especially the lifts are spacious, more than necessary, wider than a room. There are three of them on one floor, next too each other. The whole floor is nothing but those three lifts and the room to wait. They are made of glass, so you can see through them.
We are all wearing the same kind of suit. That is grey, but with yellow belts.
I take the lift which is most to the right. Something about competitors, maybe the lifts or people represent competing teams. I want to go on my own, and that is why I take the one furthest of where we are standing, and I go down, descend. The reason is because I already know this, that means, because I know how to do things, I would rather go on my own, before anyone else moves, and go down.
3. Promise to Prepare the Veggies
Brothers D and N, though D more present. They are in the living room, playing computer games on the television. It is late, maybe even past midnight.
I am not with my brothers, but sit a little away from them, don't know where exactly. But my mom and dad are opposite of me, and I tell them that I decided to work for Delhaize for another week. I suppose we sit in the dining room, but we don't eat, just relax. I am at ease, there is light.
I also say to my parents that when they are on holiday and away from home, that I will take care of the vegetables and prepare them. This is because this needs to be done on a particular day, can only be done on that day, parents or whatever have done the earlier preparations before, and circumstances have led to this situation, that they are on holiday, just now when the vegetables need to be prepared. So I promise that I will do this. It is a promise.
The days in this thing are very important. From notes: Saturday, August. The Saturday is meant to do the groceries, or shopping for preparing the meal, which would then be on Sunday I suppose. And because in August, I suppose that will be the first weekend, though I can't remember.
N & D are eating in front of the tv.
4. Taiji in White
We are doing taiji in white suites. Mother has joined us and she gets good marks, 7 out of 10. I can't remember from whom.
I prefer the white clothes.
All the others are on one line and wait until I am finished. I suppose I was not in that line, and I was the farthest away.
There is also a video playing, at the same time, when we practice, and I watch this, so I see myself, I watch myself move.
Somewhere in the dream is also Tivd, who has a big pot with brown porridge, and there are big chunks of mushroom in it. Someone will take them out and eat them for me, because I don't like that, but I don't feel disgust.
Tuesday, 16 July 2013
Time Magic
1. Badminton
Dreams in which I am still in the mental state of playing badminton. At the same time normal dream events seem to take place, but the quality is forcefully influenced by my warrior spirit.
2. Spiritualist at Work
Possibly connected with the above.
A salloon, everyone watches, someone in the room is doing an experiment, this is the kind of thing spiritualists do. There is an almost eerie atmosphere. There are two dead kids. Can't remember the context. They were wearing red, I think. This was a lucid moment, but I forgot. Was in the middle of the night, still dark outside.
3. Eating and Drinking a Cocktail with Tivd
I'm in a big modern building, on an upper floor and maybe a sports complex. I leave the private quarters and come in the public area, which in this case is a pub or restaurant, everything very posh, but simple, soft colours, reds. Big glass windows on the whole length of the side.
I go to the bar, which looks like a cocktail bar, it must still be morning, a bar tender is cleaning his glasses with a towel, and there are not much people, maybe two others beside me.
I sit on one of the stools, but there is a long table in the middle, next to the bar, and a row of stools on both sides of the long small, slender, table. Very stylish.
I'm at the corner and I bump into Tivd who sits there, so I cannot but go sit with her, which I think she might not like, but I do it anyway. She's already awake. High table top.
I have a book with me, small, from ages ago. It has recipes. They are vestiges of a competition, probably in poetry and not in cooking. I have made these, the poems and the recipes.
I look in the book, then my brother N also comes at table, and a lesbian couple which now sits on the far end is interested and comes nearer.
When I look at them I also see the kitchen, which is an open kitchen, on the far end of the room, sushi plate, and a lone cook is working there. I see him do clumsy stuff, and he looses a tooth on the hot plate, and he bends over and goes with his mouth over the place where the tooth is lying because he reasons that might put it back in his mouth, but of course that does not work. I wonder if he burnt his tongue.
4. Toy Soldiers Waking
Somebody is ill. She (I think) is in the kitchen, lying on the floor. The kitchen is a small place and consists of two adjacent rooms that are rectangular. I suppose one is for cooking and the other for eating, but they are separate of the living room, which is next to it, but there is only the small door, and I am in the living room, in the part that is furthest of the entrance of the house, which I don't see.
I'm on the floor too, maybe sitting. It has been a long time since I was here, but I recognize the place very well (and it reminds me of the house of Bale's parents, though the plan is different).
There are two women in the house, they help the girl. I'm not sure I should help. The two women I don't know, the girl maybe is acquainted. But I go to the kitchen. In the meanwhile one of the women has already done an operation on the girl, who is still lying flat on the floor, so they do this just then and there. The body is naked, which is necessary for the operation. And I think the woman has cut her open, the front, because she lies on her back, looking for the source and trying to cut that away, and though she thought she had a good chance, she now admits that it did not help. This is the moment I arrive.
The woman does this operation, or maybe the second one, in the cooking area first, which is where I entered, but the girl is in the other section, so the operation has been done at a distance, even if only a meter or two. Then the woman goes and takes a look to see how the girl is doing, but she sees that she is still ill. The woman says that she can still be saved and tries again. Now she stays in the room with her, and cuts the front open and I see all the innards. When I see this I consider helping and approach. Meanwhile the woman was ready with a wet towel to clean the guts, thoroughly. But when I arrive, of course, because of my lack of expertise, I make things worse. The girl is unconscious, maybe from the start. At this point the girl is so naked she does not have any skin wrapped around her either anymore.
The woman wants to wash the organs, which look healthy and colourful, and have colours such as green and orange and white, which looks like that of a puppet, but I think it is a nice thought to wash it, even if the girl is in such a bad condition that it is considered hopeless.
In the process, my t-shirt has become wet, white one, and I take it off and leave it there when I leave the kitchen, this is in the first section (cooking area).
So I go back to the living room and sit down on the floor.
There's toys in the neighbourhood, have always been there, and I remember I used to play with them in those times. I've got a rucksack or bag with me and am looking for new clothes, but I can't find any.
Now Bale's mother comes in from behind me I think, and it has become evening, and she wants to help me. And Bale's father is also in the house, I see him. Bale's mother still has a shirt that I used to wear when I was staying here back then. It is yellow or beige and too small, and looks a bit dirty, but I take it when she presents it. Luckily, in the meanwhile I found something myself, and wear this.
I don't move from my spot and when it is night I stay there and sleep on the floor, in the exact space. I am surrounded by the toys. I recognize more and more of it from back then. Soldiers I played with, and animals, stuffed ones and other kinds, in another box. The soldiers are in front of me, and when I lie there, and look, the toys are coming to live, I think the animals first, then the soldiers, they organize themselves, are with many, and prepare for a war. My brother N is also here, and I suppose he lies on the floor somewhere too.
These soldiers are people from back then that are awaking now. That is, when some of these awake, they become real people and sit at a table. I watch full of wonder how this happens. There is first this young man who wakes, and then the girl next to him, he on the left and she on the right. They were a couple so many years ago, a lifetime ago. In all those time they have aged as well, although they don't realize it, until they look at each other. This moment is quite lucid. He sees her first, and they look at each other and are happy, but then he sees the old age setting in with her, because she has no more teeth and her lips and cheeks fall in, and he backs a little, but then is gentle enough to get closer again and kiss her. They hug each other, still sitting. Other people in their neighbourhood are coming awake.
The magic of what is happening is that the soldiers and awakening people can only fulfill their destiny tonight, one of the reasons is because I am here, and things have to happen now.
But I have no more of the dream and think that was about the end, though I might have forgotten details here and there. I remember that the parents of Bale went in the private part of the house, which was behind me, and the light was different there, but it also looked like a closet, though a room, greenish white light, tl-light maybe. High ceiling, stuff stacked there, old things, and them, and a ladder or stairway up to their quarters. And I go in this room and back, but I leave the rooms their privacy. I am not sure were this fragment fits, somewhere when the mother helps me with the t-shirt.
5. Infected by the Towel
Maybe the same dream. My brother N has pictures, photographs. He goes outside. Outside, on the street, there is light, bright. I know I have to follow my brother, because I have to tell or do something. I can't read my notes, but I think it was something dangerous, and I should warn him.
The thing is that he had touched the towel, which was inside, white, and I did too, but that means were are both contaminated or contagious, infected. But we do come back, inside I mean, as if things have not had an effect on us (?), but not in the same (I can't read notes) house (?), living room (?). Then something about saying goodbyes, which is the hard part.
6. Veranda
There was a last dream, fragment, which was at home of parents, N and me in the veranda, go to the side of the living room, which is open, and Inro is there and comes to me, steps over and into the veranda. But that is all I remember.
+ I am also handed over a newspaper, Het Belang van Limburg, maybe the same dream.
Dreams in which I am still in the mental state of playing badminton. At the same time normal dream events seem to take place, but the quality is forcefully influenced by my warrior spirit.
2. Spiritualist at Work
Possibly connected with the above.
A salloon, everyone watches, someone in the room is doing an experiment, this is the kind of thing spiritualists do. There is an almost eerie atmosphere. There are two dead kids. Can't remember the context. They were wearing red, I think. This was a lucid moment, but I forgot. Was in the middle of the night, still dark outside.
3. Eating and Drinking a Cocktail with Tivd
I'm in a big modern building, on an upper floor and maybe a sports complex. I leave the private quarters and come in the public area, which in this case is a pub or restaurant, everything very posh, but simple, soft colours, reds. Big glass windows on the whole length of the side.
I go to the bar, which looks like a cocktail bar, it must still be morning, a bar tender is cleaning his glasses with a towel, and there are not much people, maybe two others beside me.
I sit on one of the stools, but there is a long table in the middle, next to the bar, and a row of stools on both sides of the long small, slender, table. Very stylish.
I'm at the corner and I bump into Tivd who sits there, so I cannot but go sit with her, which I think she might not like, but I do it anyway. She's already awake. High table top.
I have a book with me, small, from ages ago. It has recipes. They are vestiges of a competition, probably in poetry and not in cooking. I have made these, the poems and the recipes.
I look in the book, then my brother N also comes at table, and a lesbian couple which now sits on the far end is interested and comes nearer.
When I look at them I also see the kitchen, which is an open kitchen, on the far end of the room, sushi plate, and a lone cook is working there. I see him do clumsy stuff, and he looses a tooth on the hot plate, and he bends over and goes with his mouth over the place where the tooth is lying because he reasons that might put it back in his mouth, but of course that does not work. I wonder if he burnt his tongue.
4. Toy Soldiers Waking
Somebody is ill. She (I think) is in the kitchen, lying on the floor. The kitchen is a small place and consists of two adjacent rooms that are rectangular. I suppose one is for cooking and the other for eating, but they are separate of the living room, which is next to it, but there is only the small door, and I am in the living room, in the part that is furthest of the entrance of the house, which I don't see.
I'm on the floor too, maybe sitting. It has been a long time since I was here, but I recognize the place very well (and it reminds me of the house of Bale's parents, though the plan is different).
There are two women in the house, they help the girl. I'm not sure I should help. The two women I don't know, the girl maybe is acquainted. But I go to the kitchen. In the meanwhile one of the women has already done an operation on the girl, who is still lying flat on the floor, so they do this just then and there. The body is naked, which is necessary for the operation. And I think the woman has cut her open, the front, because she lies on her back, looking for the source and trying to cut that away, and though she thought she had a good chance, she now admits that it did not help. This is the moment I arrive.
The woman does this operation, or maybe the second one, in the cooking area first, which is where I entered, but the girl is in the other section, so the operation has been done at a distance, even if only a meter or two. Then the woman goes and takes a look to see how the girl is doing, but she sees that she is still ill. The woman says that she can still be saved and tries again. Now she stays in the room with her, and cuts the front open and I see all the innards. When I see this I consider helping and approach. Meanwhile the woman was ready with a wet towel to clean the guts, thoroughly. But when I arrive, of course, because of my lack of expertise, I make things worse. The girl is unconscious, maybe from the start. At this point the girl is so naked she does not have any skin wrapped around her either anymore.
The woman wants to wash the organs, which look healthy and colourful, and have colours such as green and orange and white, which looks like that of a puppet, but I think it is a nice thought to wash it, even if the girl is in such a bad condition that it is considered hopeless.
In the process, my t-shirt has become wet, white one, and I take it off and leave it there when I leave the kitchen, this is in the first section (cooking area).
So I go back to the living room and sit down on the floor.
There's toys in the neighbourhood, have always been there, and I remember I used to play with them in those times. I've got a rucksack or bag with me and am looking for new clothes, but I can't find any.
Now Bale's mother comes in from behind me I think, and it has become evening, and she wants to help me. And Bale's father is also in the house, I see him. Bale's mother still has a shirt that I used to wear when I was staying here back then. It is yellow or beige and too small, and looks a bit dirty, but I take it when she presents it. Luckily, in the meanwhile I found something myself, and wear this.
I don't move from my spot and when it is night I stay there and sleep on the floor, in the exact space. I am surrounded by the toys. I recognize more and more of it from back then. Soldiers I played with, and animals, stuffed ones and other kinds, in another box. The soldiers are in front of me, and when I lie there, and look, the toys are coming to live, I think the animals first, then the soldiers, they organize themselves, are with many, and prepare for a war. My brother N is also here, and I suppose he lies on the floor somewhere too.
These soldiers are people from back then that are awaking now. That is, when some of these awake, they become real people and sit at a table. I watch full of wonder how this happens. There is first this young man who wakes, and then the girl next to him, he on the left and she on the right. They were a couple so many years ago, a lifetime ago. In all those time they have aged as well, although they don't realize it, until they look at each other. This moment is quite lucid. He sees her first, and they look at each other and are happy, but then he sees the old age setting in with her, because she has no more teeth and her lips and cheeks fall in, and he backs a little, but then is gentle enough to get closer again and kiss her. They hug each other, still sitting. Other people in their neighbourhood are coming awake.
The magic of what is happening is that the soldiers and awakening people can only fulfill their destiny tonight, one of the reasons is because I am here, and things have to happen now.
But I have no more of the dream and think that was about the end, though I might have forgotten details here and there. I remember that the parents of Bale went in the private part of the house, which was behind me, and the light was different there, but it also looked like a closet, though a room, greenish white light, tl-light maybe. High ceiling, stuff stacked there, old things, and them, and a ladder or stairway up to their quarters. And I go in this room and back, but I leave the rooms their privacy. I am not sure were this fragment fits, somewhere when the mother helps me with the t-shirt.
5. Infected by the Towel
Maybe the same dream. My brother N has pictures, photographs. He goes outside. Outside, on the street, there is light, bright. I know I have to follow my brother, because I have to tell or do something. I can't read my notes, but I think it was something dangerous, and I should warn him.
The thing is that he had touched the towel, which was inside, white, and I did too, but that means were are both contaminated or contagious, infected. But we do come back, inside I mean, as if things have not had an effect on us (?), but not in the same (I can't read notes) house (?), living room (?). Then something about saying goodbyes, which is the hard part.
6. Veranda
There was a last dream, fragment, which was at home of parents, N and me in the veranda, go to the side of the living room, which is open, and Inro is there and comes to me, steps over and into the veranda. But that is all I remember.
+ I am also handed over a newspaper, Het Belang van Limburg, maybe the same dream.
Monday, 15 July 2013
Poppies by the Roadside
1. Football
Playing football, (something I can't read from notes), my brother N with someone I don't know.
2. Try for Sex
There is a dream of which I'm not sure it was a dream at all. I'm with a girl and we decide to have sex, I have trouble with the penetration and therefore hurry too much. I'm not at ease.
Early in the night I also had a wet dream, or at least I came, but I can't actually remember the dream. Also, before I went to bed, I knew I would be having a wet dream, but when it happened I was too asleep to do anything, and afterwards I did not even remember, only when I got up in the morning and thought back through the night did I wonder and check.
3. Turkish School Atlas
Inside. Big atlas for school, someone comes to return it because it is in Turkish, and they did not see it when they bought it. But the size of the book is really big. Two rooms, light, I am there but not sure what to do, because I don't think it concerns me. First room open to the front, street.
I am mostly in the first room. Because these customers are not helped, there is nobody, they don't know what to do and carry the atlas to and fro.
There is someone in a hurry too, but he takes care of things first, which means eating the stuff that the customer left because it was not what he wanted. This is related to the atlas, I'm sure. It is on a table by the door. I don't want to touch it. Atmosphere warm red. This person cannot let all this food go to waste. It is a bunch of things on top of each other, but some things look good. So I look, but I don't eat it. This person does, and puts one thing after another in his mouth, because he has not much time. There is pizza, and baguette, and maybe lettuce, and pieces of tender meat on top of it all.
4. Roosklapper
I'm in a car, back seat, on the left, the car is full, on my right are Inro and Ma. In front Digr and someone else from our shop. Can't remember who's driving. We drive through the country side, from the dream perspective from right to left, much light, sunshine, daylight, plants. A few houses or cottages by the street side. No steep hills, but not entirely flat.
At some point Inro says, who is all the way on the right, poppy, but in a way that sounds very different, and in Dutch of course, she says: roosklappers. I know that she means poppies, I see them by the road side too, but the others don't understand what she's saying, because the word is klaproos (or in plural klaprozen). Especially Digr does not understand, so I explain, and Ma confirms.
Short dream but very bright and lucid.
These were the early dreams.
5. Death of Mandela
(Dream fragment of which I can read nothing, except) Kids come along from own free will. Building.
Now I remember. There was light in the dream, school, small spaces, corridor. Many children were there. Mandela and his wife were visiting. They wanted to get to the room at the end of the corridor, there they would lie down and die, that was their intention, at least his, because she still had spirit to live, but she wanted to support her husband. He would like to die by burning, that way he could the date of his dying himself.
The children all wear very posh clothing and a scene comes afterwards that explains what happened first. I see how the children are one by one selected or chosen, they come in a very large building that is very fashionable, lots of glass, clean, spacious income hall, simple, big and wide and long stairs, very stylish. Some are led here by there parents, but all is the children's choosing. Boys and girls, all dressed up. Girls like princesses, the boys, one of them is Bart Simpson, looks like a lego man, all in white and his name printed all over. These feels very eclectic. From here they go to the other part which is where Mandela and his wife are. From the dream perspective the stairs is on the left, the front door on the right, and the school in front. I'm not part of the dream scene.
6. Roof Study Room
I'm on my own, studying, I'm in the college tower and look out on the roof of some part of the college, and red bricks everywhere, interesting architecture. The room I'm in is big, I'm at the window, door somewhere behind me. I secluded myself from other people deliberately.
Light, lucid.
Then people start to walk in, I suppose other students, but I think my parents are among them. I also see students on the roof and think that is a good idea and I might do that some time, just climb out of the window and walk on the roofs, some parts are flat and can be used as a terrace. I still hope that people will not disturb me, or see what I'm doing, because I might be doing something intimate with myself, but once they're there I have to go with them.
7. Filling the Caskets
Possibly related to former dream.
My dad is taking care of things, lower level than at first. In a certain room are ready a number of cylindrical containers. They all contain water. There are five. Large. I have to stand on my toes to see the top. My brothers are here too, some things happen, I go with my brothers, they do something in another place, which is still lower, darker, and maybe outside, but we still come back. I can't remember what it was all about. Then I look in one of the bottles, which now looks like a thermos. And there is soup in it, I can't add anymore in it, which I think was what I was supposed to do. Something that is in this room of fluid we should carry out, but all the bottles are full.
There is also playing a film at one of the walls. The bottles were in a room that must have been the kitchen I reminded me of the kitchen of my parents, but the rest of the house was very different.
All this was meaningful and I helped, although reluctantly.
8. Back to Work
There was a last dream when I got back to work, first day, and I come in through the back door into the children's section which is my usual way, and I immediately see that I have to clean up and order this section, so I don't immediately go to the front where the till is, but I see that an old man is working behind the till, and Digr is also there. I am thinking that this old man, who is also tall, looks like a customer and find it strange that they've arranged it so that he can do my work. So I was replaced or represented after all, which is good, especially for my colleagues, because it means they could do their own work.
There are books that don't belong in the children's section, white, square, large, black print, and I try to make room and clean this up. This is about when Digr comes and greets me. That was about the end of the dream, I still looked back at the old man at the till.
Playing football, (something I can't read from notes), my brother N with someone I don't know.
2. Try for Sex
There is a dream of which I'm not sure it was a dream at all. I'm with a girl and we decide to have sex, I have trouble with the penetration and therefore hurry too much. I'm not at ease.
Early in the night I also had a wet dream, or at least I came, but I can't actually remember the dream. Also, before I went to bed, I knew I would be having a wet dream, but when it happened I was too asleep to do anything, and afterwards I did not even remember, only when I got up in the morning and thought back through the night did I wonder and check.
3. Turkish School Atlas
Inside. Big atlas for school, someone comes to return it because it is in Turkish, and they did not see it when they bought it. But the size of the book is really big. Two rooms, light, I am there but not sure what to do, because I don't think it concerns me. First room open to the front, street.
I am mostly in the first room. Because these customers are not helped, there is nobody, they don't know what to do and carry the atlas to and fro.
There is someone in a hurry too, but he takes care of things first, which means eating the stuff that the customer left because it was not what he wanted. This is related to the atlas, I'm sure. It is on a table by the door. I don't want to touch it. Atmosphere warm red. This person cannot let all this food go to waste. It is a bunch of things on top of each other, but some things look good. So I look, but I don't eat it. This person does, and puts one thing after another in his mouth, because he has not much time. There is pizza, and baguette, and maybe lettuce, and pieces of tender meat on top of it all.
4. Roosklapper
I'm in a car, back seat, on the left, the car is full, on my right are Inro and Ma. In front Digr and someone else from our shop. Can't remember who's driving. We drive through the country side, from the dream perspective from right to left, much light, sunshine, daylight, plants. A few houses or cottages by the street side. No steep hills, but not entirely flat.
At some point Inro says, who is all the way on the right, poppy, but in a way that sounds very different, and in Dutch of course, she says: roosklappers. I know that she means poppies, I see them by the road side too, but the others don't understand what she's saying, because the word is klaproos (or in plural klaprozen). Especially Digr does not understand, so I explain, and Ma confirms.
Short dream but very bright and lucid.
These were the early dreams.
5. Death of Mandela
(Dream fragment of which I can read nothing, except) Kids come along from own free will. Building.
Now I remember. There was light in the dream, school, small spaces, corridor. Many children were there. Mandela and his wife were visiting. They wanted to get to the room at the end of the corridor, there they would lie down and die, that was their intention, at least his, because she still had spirit to live, but she wanted to support her husband. He would like to die by burning, that way he could the date of his dying himself.
The children all wear very posh clothing and a scene comes afterwards that explains what happened first. I see how the children are one by one selected or chosen, they come in a very large building that is very fashionable, lots of glass, clean, spacious income hall, simple, big and wide and long stairs, very stylish. Some are led here by there parents, but all is the children's choosing. Boys and girls, all dressed up. Girls like princesses, the boys, one of them is Bart Simpson, looks like a lego man, all in white and his name printed all over. These feels very eclectic. From here they go to the other part which is where Mandela and his wife are. From the dream perspective the stairs is on the left, the front door on the right, and the school in front. I'm not part of the dream scene.
6. Roof Study Room
I'm on my own, studying, I'm in the college tower and look out on the roof of some part of the college, and red bricks everywhere, interesting architecture. The room I'm in is big, I'm at the window, door somewhere behind me. I secluded myself from other people deliberately.
Light, lucid.
Then people start to walk in, I suppose other students, but I think my parents are among them. I also see students on the roof and think that is a good idea and I might do that some time, just climb out of the window and walk on the roofs, some parts are flat and can be used as a terrace. I still hope that people will not disturb me, or see what I'm doing, because I might be doing something intimate with myself, but once they're there I have to go with them.
7. Filling the Caskets
Possibly related to former dream.
My dad is taking care of things, lower level than at first. In a certain room are ready a number of cylindrical containers. They all contain water. There are five. Large. I have to stand on my toes to see the top. My brothers are here too, some things happen, I go with my brothers, they do something in another place, which is still lower, darker, and maybe outside, but we still come back. I can't remember what it was all about. Then I look in one of the bottles, which now looks like a thermos. And there is soup in it, I can't add anymore in it, which I think was what I was supposed to do. Something that is in this room of fluid we should carry out, but all the bottles are full.
There is also playing a film at one of the walls. The bottles were in a room that must have been the kitchen I reminded me of the kitchen of my parents, but the rest of the house was very different.
All this was meaningful and I helped, although reluctantly.
8. Back to Work
There was a last dream when I got back to work, first day, and I come in through the back door into the children's section which is my usual way, and I immediately see that I have to clean up and order this section, so I don't immediately go to the front where the till is, but I see that an old man is working behind the till, and Digr is also there. I am thinking that this old man, who is also tall, looks like a customer and find it strange that they've arranged it so that he can do my work. So I was replaced or represented after all, which is good, especially for my colleagues, because it means they could do their own work.
There are books that don't belong in the children's section, white, square, large, black print, and I try to make room and clean this up. This is about when Digr comes and greets me. That was about the end of the dream, I still looked back at the old man at the till.
Sunday, 14 July 2013
Gray Haired Woman Justifies Herself
1. Small Crowded Room
Inside, many people, crowded, small space, dark, I don't want to be there, chaotic. Tall man.
2. Orgy
There is a dream in which I am in a room, which is part of a bigger complex, behind me is the door and the corridor leading to the room. I think on the left of the corridor and room is a patio. I've certainly been here before in a dream. I only see the right side of the room, which is where I am, and mostly the back end.
We lie down on the floor, me and many other people, maybe about seven, or even ten, it changes. The same thing, more or less, happens twice, which is that we all start to have sex, in we are arranged in such a way that we interlink and make a sort of circuit, even if two or three are not part of the circle, but make a line to the outside of it, though connected with the circle. This means that I have my fingers in more than one woman at the same time, and after a while I can even feel the sexual arousement and the actual sensations of other people. That is the whole point of it, that it becomes one big sensation, and I am aware of people building up to their orgasm and notice that it pulls other people along, such as me, and it is rather stimulating.
The second time it was the same thing but in a different configuration, though the main circle was still there and I was in the same position. Yellows, black.
3. Weasel in my Bed
I go to sleep, my bed is somewhere outside, maybe on a playground. In a corner. There are many people about, and some of them connected to me, they watch my doings. I want to duck under the fur, but then a red brown ferret (marter), or weasel, comes to the side of my bed and on my mattress. I try to hold it off, but don't do my best, because I don't want to mistreat animals. The others see it and think it is funny, but they don't interfere and let me try to sleep. The ferret's eyes are not normal, not clear, but more like buttons, vale red and oval, that are stuck on it like those of a puppet. I try to ignore it.
4. Kiss the Girl
Maybe the same place. I'm on a playground, surrounding by buildings, there is some get together going on, taiji people too, I don't know half of the people. I'm alone and on the side, against the right wall. There are seats there and tables for two. I'm at one of those. In this area the place is narrow, but further away is a lot more room, and there on the left is also a big hall where people go in and out to go to talks maybe.
Opposite of me sits a girl with long black hair, curly, faces me, is eating something, at another table she is, and recognize her. I think she is Cave, and I go to her in a very straight line until I come to her and keep on going till I find her lips and kiss her on the mouth. She is surprised, she was looking at her food all the time. But now she looks up at me and sees me and tells me she liked it. I think the chairs and the tables are red.
That is when she changes in someone else and I back away for a moment, she is slender, wears a red t-shirt, has short grey hair, though she is radiant, but she is maybe fifteen or twenty years older than me.
I know her from somewhere, but I don't know her name, I think I've seen her in the shop. And now she feels at the same time happy and at a loss, because she does not know what to do now. She thinks it is alright for us to do this and be together for a while. I am already pulling out because she is so much older than me and not the person I expected. In the meanwhile we stand and don't know what to do.
Someone in the neighbourhood has seen it, maybe Tivd. And the woman starts to defend herself, she talks a lot meaning to say that what we have is allowed and should be able to exist. She thinks I am starting to feel ashamed of her, but I don't give any information. I'm just watching her, fascinated by the way she tries to talk her out of self judgment.
At some point her husband, who is a big guy, comes from the hall, further on the left, and stands by her and she immediately starts to justify herself to him, although he has no idea what just happened. At some point in that dialogue, they are a little further away now, but I can hear them fine, she says to him, it would even be okay if I had sex with him because there is nothing wrong with that. Seeing the man makes me realize that she is much older than me. Then the woman realizes that I might be able to hear her and she says to her husband: don't say it to loud. She means she does not want me to get ideas, she is flushed, and she can't cope with more.
From there on the dream starts to spin a yarn on the same theme, same location and same people, Joja is there and gives his opinion, but it is no longer a true dream, only the remnants of it, because it ended there and I am starting to wake up, so these lasts bits, although it still seemed a long time, were already in an in-between state.
Inside, many people, crowded, small space, dark, I don't want to be there, chaotic. Tall man.
2. Orgy
There is a dream in which I am in a room, which is part of a bigger complex, behind me is the door and the corridor leading to the room. I think on the left of the corridor and room is a patio. I've certainly been here before in a dream. I only see the right side of the room, which is where I am, and mostly the back end.
We lie down on the floor, me and many other people, maybe about seven, or even ten, it changes. The same thing, more or less, happens twice, which is that we all start to have sex, in we are arranged in such a way that we interlink and make a sort of circuit, even if two or three are not part of the circle, but make a line to the outside of it, though connected with the circle. This means that I have my fingers in more than one woman at the same time, and after a while I can even feel the sexual arousement and the actual sensations of other people. That is the whole point of it, that it becomes one big sensation, and I am aware of people building up to their orgasm and notice that it pulls other people along, such as me, and it is rather stimulating.
The second time it was the same thing but in a different configuration, though the main circle was still there and I was in the same position. Yellows, black.
3. Weasel in my Bed
I go to sleep, my bed is somewhere outside, maybe on a playground. In a corner. There are many people about, and some of them connected to me, they watch my doings. I want to duck under the fur, but then a red brown ferret (marter), or weasel, comes to the side of my bed and on my mattress. I try to hold it off, but don't do my best, because I don't want to mistreat animals. The others see it and think it is funny, but they don't interfere and let me try to sleep. The ferret's eyes are not normal, not clear, but more like buttons, vale red and oval, that are stuck on it like those of a puppet. I try to ignore it.
4. Kiss the Girl
Maybe the same place. I'm on a playground, surrounding by buildings, there is some get together going on, taiji people too, I don't know half of the people. I'm alone and on the side, against the right wall. There are seats there and tables for two. I'm at one of those. In this area the place is narrow, but further away is a lot more room, and there on the left is also a big hall where people go in and out to go to talks maybe.
Opposite of me sits a girl with long black hair, curly, faces me, is eating something, at another table she is, and recognize her. I think she is Cave, and I go to her in a very straight line until I come to her and keep on going till I find her lips and kiss her on the mouth. She is surprised, she was looking at her food all the time. But now she looks up at me and sees me and tells me she liked it. I think the chairs and the tables are red.
That is when she changes in someone else and I back away for a moment, she is slender, wears a red t-shirt, has short grey hair, though she is radiant, but she is maybe fifteen or twenty years older than me.
I know her from somewhere, but I don't know her name, I think I've seen her in the shop. And now she feels at the same time happy and at a loss, because she does not know what to do now. She thinks it is alright for us to do this and be together for a while. I am already pulling out because she is so much older than me and not the person I expected. In the meanwhile we stand and don't know what to do.
Someone in the neighbourhood has seen it, maybe Tivd. And the woman starts to defend herself, she talks a lot meaning to say that what we have is allowed and should be able to exist. She thinks I am starting to feel ashamed of her, but I don't give any information. I'm just watching her, fascinated by the way she tries to talk her out of self judgment.
At some point her husband, who is a big guy, comes from the hall, further on the left, and stands by her and she immediately starts to justify herself to him, although he has no idea what just happened. At some point in that dialogue, they are a little further away now, but I can hear them fine, she says to him, it would even be okay if I had sex with him because there is nothing wrong with that. Seeing the man makes me realize that she is much older than me. Then the woman realizes that I might be able to hear her and she says to her husband: don't say it to loud. She means she does not want me to get ideas, she is flushed, and she can't cope with more.
From there on the dream starts to spin a yarn on the same theme, same location and same people, Joja is there and gives his opinion, but it is no longer a true dream, only the remnants of it, because it ended there and I am starting to wake up, so these lasts bits, although it still seemed a long time, were already in an in-between state.
Saturday, 13 July 2013
Snow Horizon
1. Ice Track
We're out in the open, cycling, maybe an excursion, my brothers and me, a few others maybe, and only a handful of tourists aside spread across the thing where we are, but not many people, vast area, we come from the left. The area across on the other side is snowed under. We are cycling on a sort of dyke but there is no water, big square, grass on the sides, high up, we follow this to one corner, or so we intend, and then to the left to round the square. What is on our left I don't know. But there is also a path that cuts across diagonally, and one of us, a woman, still young, I mean impatient and immature, she wants to go that way because she want to get to the other side and meet up with someone. Something is there that she wants to see, or she just wants to be in that place, it happens to be snowy there, not always it is like that, and she goes the diagonal path because she can't wait, and I want to hold her back, but she's gone already, no one follows because we ought to go the right way. My brother N thinks the same as me. I'm in front, he's behind. But we let her go anyway. We will catch up with her anyway. I can't remember what's there at the horizon, but it must be special.
2. Racing Teams
At home, parents, there are different groups there. N says we have to wait, but I am finished already a long time to leave and get going. There is another group, they are gone already. I understand that he wants to give each group time, so that they won't disturb each other once they're underway, but how can we end first, if we give them a head start like that?
3. Move Parked Car
Possibly the same dream.
Hill, street, up. We are on the up side, halfway up. I see other people struggling to get up. There is a car on the side, parked, with the four yellow lights pinking because it is on the street, albeit on the side, right, but still. N is already ahead. I think the car is in the way and want to move it. It is a big car and I don't know if this is a good idea, because it is not only heavy, but the wheels are blocked. I get in and try to move the car, but of course it does not drive the way it should, because the wheels are locked, so it jumps and turns on its axis, to the left, and again, bumps, and goes a little forward. I think I might be worse off now, but it is okay. The brakes are on. I move in anyway. After that it is okay.
4. Bedroom
Still the same dream, or dream cycle.
There is a girl on the bed, maybe H or B, light. This is in the room of D, at parents house, other people in the room. I try to lean in on the girl, touch. But she is there with me, which means she is inclined towards me, so to speak. Bed is in the middle of the room. The other people are not on the bed, we look at them, conversation.
We're out in the open, cycling, maybe an excursion, my brothers and me, a few others maybe, and only a handful of tourists aside spread across the thing where we are, but not many people, vast area, we come from the left. The area across on the other side is snowed under. We are cycling on a sort of dyke but there is no water, big square, grass on the sides, high up, we follow this to one corner, or so we intend, and then to the left to round the square. What is on our left I don't know. But there is also a path that cuts across diagonally, and one of us, a woman, still young, I mean impatient and immature, she wants to go that way because she want to get to the other side and meet up with someone. Something is there that she wants to see, or she just wants to be in that place, it happens to be snowy there, not always it is like that, and she goes the diagonal path because she can't wait, and I want to hold her back, but she's gone already, no one follows because we ought to go the right way. My brother N thinks the same as me. I'm in front, he's behind. But we let her go anyway. We will catch up with her anyway. I can't remember what's there at the horizon, but it must be special.
2. Racing Teams
At home, parents, there are different groups there. N says we have to wait, but I am finished already a long time to leave and get going. There is another group, they are gone already. I understand that he wants to give each group time, so that they won't disturb each other once they're underway, but how can we end first, if we give them a head start like that?
3. Move Parked Car
Possibly the same dream.
Hill, street, up. We are on the up side, halfway up. I see other people struggling to get up. There is a car on the side, parked, with the four yellow lights pinking because it is on the street, albeit on the side, right, but still. N is already ahead. I think the car is in the way and want to move it. It is a big car and I don't know if this is a good idea, because it is not only heavy, but the wheels are blocked. I get in and try to move the car, but of course it does not drive the way it should, because the wheels are locked, so it jumps and turns on its axis, to the left, and again, bumps, and goes a little forward. I think I might be worse off now, but it is okay. The brakes are on. I move in anyway. After that it is okay.
4. Bedroom
Still the same dream, or dream cycle.
There is a girl on the bed, maybe H or B, light. This is in the room of D, at parents house, other people in the room. I try to lean in on the girl, touch. But she is there with me, which means she is inclined towards me, so to speak. Bed is in the middle of the room. The other people are not on the bed, we look at them, conversation.
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