Queen City River

1. Two Lemonades

There is lemonade with bubbles and also something with bubbles like champagne or cava to drink. I think there were two lemonades.

2. Chick Peas Stew

There is a small kitchen. We are cooking. There are two main dishes. One is with chick peas. I have these in a kind of wok and add liquid, water, now and then to let them simmer and make it a stew. This is on the back fire, on the front fire, both to the right, is another pan, but I can't remember what. Though the food in the front pan is working much better. The chick peas don't seem to cook. When I finally take the chick peas off the fire, I put them in a glass bottle vessel to hold them. This is all in my apartment kitchen.
On the working tablet next to the fire are different glass bottles. One is empty and closest to me and this one I want to use for the chick peas, but there is another one that looks more or less the same and has honey in it. Because I don't pay attention well, I put the chick peas in the honey pot, and when I realize I curse myself, and the chick peas slowly sink to the bottom through the honey. The chick peas are still warm. I find I am clumsy, but then I leave things as they are because I can't change it now. And after that I am thinking that it might actually be nice to have chick peas with honey, might not be bad at all.
All the way through the dream I feel uneasy because I expect someone, also the person or being I expect is a force opposing me. He never comes, but I feel the pressure of his near presence on my actions, and I am aware all the time. When this being comes I know I won't be ready. That is why I am a bit uncomfortable.

3. Mother and Child

Something about a mother and child and food. This was a dream before the other two.

4. Twin Pool and Istanbul

We're at a swimming pool. It is a double one because where we enter is one, but this one is not used, and there is another one to the right, a door leads there, and this one is used. We are the only group present, and it takes an awfully long time before anyone takes a jump to swim. I stay at the left pool, but Stco is here and he is happy to go swimming and he goes to the right one and is in his swimming suit and cares not what the others think.
I don't feel like swimming at all.
The pool complex is underground. There is a young lady who is a teacher and she organized this, got us all here. I know most people. Everyone does as he or she likes. The lady has blond hair and is a bit too strict, so the others don't really allow her to mix with them, but I keep my distance at everything that happens too. They are all friends.
All those who don't swim stay to the left, standing, nothing happens, this is really boring.
There is something about seven books, when this is mentioned, my interest peeks and things get a bit more interesting, but it is not why we are here. Anyway, the change of topic makes me alive again. (I can't read my notes here). Something about right pool something something, also there is more light than at the left pool, and something about wanting to see her something something. And she comes to get me (but I can't remember the context).
The lady teacher is rather bright and active. I suppose she comes and get me, but I can't remember the context.
Then she makes her move and quickly leaves the pool, I see it happen. I know she will leave all of us behind. I know she will try to close the door and go off on her own. I don't let her. That is, I follow immediately when I see her take off, and I see the shutter behind the door go down already but I am quick enough behind her so that I am out of the pools with her. The rest of them stay behind. The ones at the left pool are confused, the ones to the right don't know anything yet.
Then the lady teacher goes to the cabin or head quarters adjacent to the left pool, this is an office, and there is a large window that looks out to the pool, in fact, to the right too is a large window so you see the hallway. I know she wants to close off everything, but things happen very slowly. She wants to shut herself in in this office. But I am still behind her and am in the office as well. This is the control room. She should have closed the door in the hallway, but did not. The door of the office is shut and locked.
The next moment I hold her and things turn into sex.

Then the scene changes and I am outside in a city and running away, as if fleeing from somewhere, I am alone. I want to get away from where I am. I know the streets. I am in Istanbul.
I go over the something something (can't read). Streets. At some point I have my bicycle with me, there is a wide road made of different lanes, this is quite complex, this is too my left. Large buildings on the sides, and to the back of it there is a high wall. I see Turks sit on the sides. I take this road, and this might have been a change of thought, because I was heading straight through.
At the end of the lanes is the wall, but many Turks sit here and they smoke water pipe and have the kind of clothes you expect. There are stairs to the right that go up, and I think that is my best option, because the road does not continue here, it starts here and goes to where I come from, more or less, so I go up the stairs, which leads me through a series of small buildings and archways and maybe small shops, and I quickly get lost. I don't really know where I am.

Finally I go through a gate, and when I do that I am suddenly outside in the old part of the city, as if I have crossed a border. The border is more real than I thought, and now I can't return to the core of the city. I am excluded. Once you cross that border you can't reenter. I am shut out. I find that troublesome, but I am left with no other option than to follow the border to my left, which is in the form of a small wall. It is more light here, and you really are outside, though before it was like in the night and perhaps covered. The pavement is alongside a modern road, this place is much higher up than where I come from. You have a good view and see the city, but the feeling of being excluded of it is not nice. I try to do my best to find a way to reenter. As long as you are in you have the choice of being in the two worlds. I don't have that choice now.
I follow the street and the wall, and a bit further I see houses and the first house I somehow recognize, and I know who lives there, though I have never actually met the person or been here at all.
To my left you see the deep, and there is a big river, water swelling, full. The river is really really wide, and goes in cataracts down and seems to enter into the centre of the city. I don't see well from here how that works though. The water is churning and moving, and goes downstream, flows. Mighty river. I know the name of the river is Tesaract, not Cataract, and she is a queen. This is an amazing sight. I know the river is a living being. And intelligent. It flows towards the city.
I keep walking and find the house, which is white and has a strange construction, funny building, larger on top than below, and looks out over the water and I know an Englishman lives here and he used to be a writer and he had a lot of contact with the inner world once, but since many years he has been banned or excluded from it and lives here ever hoping to return, but I know he might just be my only solution to get in again. I know what he looks like before I see him, and he has a bushy curly hair cut, rather long, he is not yet fifty I think.
I go to the front, I see a door and windows, and stairs, all in white. Not a clean white though.
I see him come down the stairs inside, through the window, and I know he will come and open the door for me, even if I have not announced my self or rang the bell. When he opens the door we exchange a few words of greeting, but he is not interested. Then I tell him I know who he is: are you the writer Rob Robin (I don't remember the name exactly, but it was something like that). The name was on the door bell, but I had expected another surname. He is surprised when I tell him I know he is a writer, and he keeps from shutting the door and lets me in and says we should talk. 
Inside he explains that the sultan, who governs the city has some kind of rule about banishment. Something about six years, I can't remember now. Something about having inherited enough, maybe this is about me. Something about father and son. I think there is a woman living here as well, and the son is his, maybe eight years old, can't really say. Something about in the future. Something about the water, too.
At some point I see the water as it is and more like a lake that churns and moves all the time.
I know I will have to go in the stream. I don't know if this is a real part of the dream, because it might have ended in the house of the English writer, but I remember thinking about the entities living in the water, and I am in the water too, quite deep, too, and that I should be prepared and be able to know who is who in the water, because they will test me. There is not just the queen, but her three daughters as well, and I know their names in the dream, especially of the eldest, something with a's, but I can't remember now. And lower in the hierarchy is a bunch of water beings called Mercuries, and I am sure I will meet them all, or they might even come and help me.

+5. Vampirism

Hypnagogic dream or whatever.
Table, reminds me of Loving Hut restaurant. Bale on my right, I am on the left. Re is across of me, other people there, possibly Elbe and Rume. At some point I want to get up and get something or do something else, leave the table, and just at that moment I hear Re speak about his troubles with Bale, and they sound very similar as what I went through with her. So I don't leave, but out of politeness I stay, though I say nothing, but I am a bit worried that this happens to Re as well. He explains in detail, long time.

Badly Tended Horses

1. Horses

I am visiting Kula and Leds, there is light, we are in the country side, fields and meadows.
There is a house and a very big garden, which runs a long way down behind the actual garden.
I walk all the way down and see their problem.
I can't well remember how I got to their place, maybe by bicycle, on my own. I check out the area on my own too, when I go down. I see the neighbours' place, and feel they are a bit wary or even hostile, and that is where I see the problem, because they keep horses, but they don't have the sense to care for the animals in an animal friendly way. The horses in the stable are not treated well. I sense the character of the farmer keeping them, and I seem him about, and I sneak through his domain, between the stables, because this borders on the land of Kula and the border between the two is very slim indeed. But it is a long way from the house of Kula which is all the way on the top.
I walk alongside the stables, I hope no one sees me, that would be trespassing. And then I go back.

2. War Gang Story

There is a story about a gang. The gang is brave in the war and after the long days it changes and the members all care only for themselves individually. This is in the time of Napoleon, but the war gang might be stationed in Germany. And it is the tragic of this change in the character of the gang that is the story, which is really sad.
At some point they are faced with fighting a real army, and that is the end of the dream, but you know they will not be able to cope, because they've wandered on their own with inner strife for the last ten days and are no more suited for fighting real soldiers.

3. Jump for Paper

Upstairs, balcony with a view.
Left side and right side preference.
School benches, maybe a class in economics.
Right side in the class is for those who follow the class easily, but I sit on the left side. Brva and Keva sit on the right.
I keep to myself, sit down, left side is the ones who are disappointed.

Maybe earlier. In the shop. Brva and Keva are conspiring together, which is not nice. I do something something to help their something something, I mean a customer. But I don't do anything, I refuse to help them when there are customers, if they want to play it hard, I will not support them. When I am at the counter, in front, Keva is behind me and I still refuse to tend to the customers because I think they should now do it, he hits me on the back. I was bending over halfway for something at that point, and he hits me hard, it actually hurts, I am angry. Then the rest of the dream I consider whether I should be angry or not and take it out on him or not. I would like to hit him and there is plenty of opportunity, but I can't make myself do it.
There is a customer asking me for De Tijd, which is a newspaper on economics. I go look to check, and at that time the shop is very different than in reality, much bigger, and I take long jumps and I enjoy it to do this and jump across the room from one place to another (reminds me of the aliens in MIB). It is really like superhuman style. Everytime I consciously make the effort to jump like this, because it defies the laws of nature, but every time I succeed, and that is why I keep it up. 
Sovb is there. There is a lady with two copies of De Tijd. I need only one. Next week there will be a recipe to make stew (stoofvlees) in the newspaper. Possibly the customer thought this was this week's edition.
Later List is at the till, and we talk about food I think, she has spinach, and maybe other food.

There was another dream, I briefly noted a word, but I can't read it anymore.

Lightning Path

1. Deep Sea Ship

Mefa, car. We are a full car, I'm in the right front seat and don't have a good sight of who is with us. Two male friends and two female. Maybe Rigr is there.
At some point I am on my cycle. On the road, behind a bus, there are many buses and where I go coincides with their routes, partially, and I know this so when I come to this T crossing I know I have to be careful. I follow, (possibly I mean behind the bus). 

At some point there is something about the bottom of the sea, and this is really deep and I am pulled down constantly, although I don't even resist. Someone goes down to the bottom to get something, maybe this someone is Woli. He is happy, until something or someone has gone and got it. This was a very powerful dream, the current was strong.
There is a ship, very big, deep and in wild water. Woli or something something is beneath the ship. The ship is colossal (reminds me of hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy). He can't breathe or move.
Mefa says something to Rigr, something like: you smell after alcohol and you're not even Chwe.

2. Wind and Lightning Storm

I've been gathering money, like in a shop, but this is my own project, although the money is not necessarily mine. I'm outside.
There is a field, it reminds me of the one across where my parents live, but the whole surroundings is different. You can see far, because the landscape is somewhat flat. There is a path. I am on a road, too. Nature.
In the shop, Woli is coming, he asks something and wants to order it. He changes into Toha.
Before anything else I have to tidy up behind the counter, and possibly the little room behind that. Only after this do I come to help. There are comic books of Lucky Luke, and others.
I am able to give all of the comics their right place in the shop, this is difficult because of time pressure. Seeing something something, and more comic books will arrive in the shop.
Toha orders something, or maybe it is Woli. I have to look it up, then I find it. My second try is what he looks for, this is a pdf file, either about GTA or Thief, and I show it on the computer on the left till. The file is a manual, it is not exactly what he is looking for, but it is what I find, I don't find anything else. He was looking for two things and asked me at the till. At that point I am already watching the horizon and I am in this field.
There are low chairs maybe for children in the shop, and tables. 
I do away with the pdf file because I am thinking that this is wrong anyway, and why give him false hope. And yet I ask whether it is what he is looking for, and I ask him: is it about pc gaming? Toha does not know what it is, really. It is a present for something something, but that means he does not need to know exactly. Again I try to open the file, to show him, because I had closed it because I thought it was wrong anyway, now I have to show him, because I asked him this question. I can't get it open.
Later in the field, I drop my money, most are notes, and of different currency, and I leave them there in the field or on the field track. Wind starts to blow. I see lightning at the horizon, it is silent because it is faraway. It has rosy, red, and orange colours. I think it is beautiful. It is all around me in front, not behind me. The storms gets heavier, wind and lightning. There is always this red hue when the lightning strikes, and you can see the outline of the clouds.
I go inside, N and D and Beha are there.
Then I run outside again, possibly to connect my money anyway. And the path I run along is struck by ground lightning on my left and right on both sides along the whole length of the path. Like fire crackers, only on the ground, not in the air, but it lights my way in the twilight, bright white yellow sparks, very fiery. I don't know whether I have to be careful or frightened, but I go on anyway, and I think this is special too. It is actually electricity going off all the time, and it does that because the atmosphere is dry. It is dangerous, I know this, but continue anyway.
N is the one going with me outside, I don't think anyone else dares to follow, this is my initiative, N backs me up, I am in front.
N and me walk or run between the firing electricity, like small lightnings, fireworks, a lot of it.
Then the wind increases in strength. And I can tell the paper money will be spread by the wind, so I want to be there before that happens, but the wind picks it up anyway. Immediately I start working to gather the money. I walk to and fro and pick it up from the earth. This goes a lot easier than I had imagined. There are pounds and euros, and there are also pink shrimp which look very tasty. Maybe there is other food. I must have carried this in my arms before, with the money.

3. Leek

I remember something about the green of leek, this on a table, inside.

Mountain Church

1. Mongolian Cathedral

Something about Indonesia. Being there. And then later in the dream again. Bright.
What I remember is still later in the dream, when we were in Mongolia, sightseeing, there were lush hills. We got to the top and the first place we visit is on the right, relatively plain, but seemed to be an enclosed area. There are long stone bars that can be used as benches, like the Swedish ones you use for gymnastics, but bigger, and full stone, so it is very heavy. We arrange them to our liking, no problem in moving them. I assume these are artifacts from some ancient time.
Not much later we visit a second place, which is on the left. I suppose we have our cars parked in between, if there is a road at all. This is the top of the hill, but high in relation to sea level, all is high here. There is a cathedral build here, but I doubt it is still in use. All grass, some other tourists here. We never go in, I don't know if it is possible at all. We sit on the benches, which are in front of the church and lower, we have a nice view, though I never see the panorama, in the dream my vision is always turned toward the church.
When we sit there we see other people coming up behind us, there are two or three locals, they are curious, I think they guided the other tourists here, but they also check on us, without approaching, but I see them looking.

2. Carrying a Washing Machine

There is a long street, seen from faraway. I am walking Dore home. We are about to say goodbye. I want to hug her, because that is what we did last time, but she makes no response this time, and there is no kiss either, not even on the cheek. So things seem a bit distant here.
She is carrying a washing machine, but it is light enough. I can't remember where she got it from, but I suppose she is taking this one with her because she is moving house.

3. Military Funeral in the Andes

"The thunderline of the Andes is the biggest thunder line of the world."
The man means that the aircrafts or the gunners should not make too much noise because if they do it will echo and resonate throughout the whole mountain range, not just locally. In the Andes, he means, sound is carried through the mountains over the whole line of the continent. That is big.
I am watching, and there are military people everywhere, and this one person is a captain of sorts and stands on a dais or height, with his platoon, and they all have guns or rifles, and he demonstrates how to fire shots in the air and corrects some people, one in particular, who does not look like a novice, but all the same. They do this because there is a funeral and then they have to shoot in the air. This is a military base in the mountains. I also see the aircrafts. Ships and planes will need to be 'gummed' to make them silent, if I remember correctly.

4. Egg Fight

I remember a fragment of dream inside, in the kitchen, table looks big, there is me and a girl who is Bale. We both look at the floor, there are two eggs, one normal size and one very big, but not as big as an ostrich egg. Both are cooked, they lie in the corner. The normal size one is hers, the other is mine. And I have the idea that they can compete or that the eggs need to do something. So I nudge my egg, and it goes over to hers and they touch each other and then I see hers has already been damaged, some of the shell is, and then they seem to fight, though not much happens except that they roll against each other and I watch. And the shell gets broken, and you see the cooked egg beneath it, both eggs, but hers is more damaged. I don't know what good it is.

5. Lap Session

Possibly the same dream. The cats are still upstairs, these are Bale's cats, and so Bale wants to go upstairs again.
There is a fragment of dream in which the space is small in a living room upstairs, light, where Bale and I have contact or at least there is some sexual connection even without touching. And we both know and recognize this. And Bale comes sit on my lap which is exactly what I want. But she does no more that that while I would like more, but she is not yet ready. Something about her not wanting to dirty her hands because she still has to touch cat V for doing something.

6. Unearthing the Chrysanthemum

Outside, there is a small church, grass on the left side, and the lawn is full of chrysanthemums that we probably brought ourselves, though some plants are young and they are all in the full ground. After the funeral, because that is why we have assembled here, we have to take or we take the flowers with us, this is what needs to be done. Together everyone shovels a plant out and gives it to the next person and so passes it on and we carry it to the car. I mostly watch. And we will give them a new patch.
Across the street is a patch near a brook and thus a little lower than street level, and walls of concrete, and someone is down there and planting the flowers. Some time the dream switches between both spaces.
I wonder whether the young plants also need to be unearthed, but the others keep going at it. But the other person also keeps on replanting them, this is because I get more conscious, and the action on both sides gains rational strength.
At some point another family has arrived before the church doors, we are not yet done, but almost. They are the next to attend a funeral. We are also one family, that means, both my brothers and my parents are here, and other members of family unidentified.

7. Coven Get Together

Hypnagogic dreams.
Can't read my notes, then changing places, and I join at table.
There is mead on the table. This is in the living room of parents, but they are not here. Notes were these: Arco group is there, and we just had a session, now they sit together to have food I think, though earlier in the dream we did other things, can't remember. Changing places means changing rooms, first we gather in one then in the dining room of parents (not living room).
I see Tivd, and also Br, although he sits behind someone else, I think that is a nice coincidence to see them both together. Vead must be there, of Arco group.
There are three girls somewhere, from somewhere, and Tivd. Something about calendars, three different ones, more even, they are on the table and people look into them. I avoid giving attention to the centre one which is about sex, but people see it anyway.
At some point in a dream there was also Th.

Leaf Katapult

1. Leaf Sling

Outside, like a garden, but much wider, only grass, and on a slope, light and spacious. Maybe a big garden. Sloping different ways.
There is a group of people, boys and girls, the mix is important, they are all young and excited.
At some point I have to elastic bands in my hands, in my left hand, and I work them quickly in a way that I can shoot one of them with the other, so one elastic band is stretched between my fingers, and the other around this one. After that I'm holding something else as well, but I forgot what.
There is a particular blond girl (the one from the Hut, who played guitar). She starts to give explanations or instructions about something. Walks a bit alone. There are two books, possibly related to what she says, one is about electricity, two others are cookbooks.
At some point this is what the elastic bands change into, they become autumn leaves, long enough to wind about the fingers and use as a sling somehow too. To do that you have to make a hole in the leave with a flap, without tearing up the leaf. I do a few of these. After a while it does not work anymore, possibly because I start to become too conscious then, and I can't find the right relation between the bigness of the hole and not tearing the leaf. But they are elastic.
I think that 1000 is a little bit too much. Something about a teacher. Can't read my notes.

2. Clearing the Space to Move House

Cat V is in the dream, quite a lot, and prominently present, light, she runs to and fro and is very active. At some point she falls from the sky, right onto the floor. Don't know where she came from. Later still she is being stroked by something. I give her a lot of attention.
There is some cleaning up to do, because we are moving house, this is still in the same house, which might not even be mine. It is time to go, and everything has to be outside before 12 o'clock. A lot still has to be packed.
My dad is there, and brothers both.
Frge is there, he goes something something (I can't read my notes), student something, actually still has to something something.
There is a part where we commute with the train, from the one place to the other and back, it is not a long distance. I am in fact on time, but because of that I think I still have time to do something else, so I linger somewhere in between first, in a private room, and then I am too late. And whatever it was I took with me I keep dragging it with me, though I should leave it somewhere.
Later there is something about kamishibai, these are story plates for children, the ones I have are very big, they look like the big floppy maps of Deltas. A mother and her son had ordered these, and they come and pick it up now. So this is the first place in fact, and very big, and the shop, or where I am which is the counter, is actually a table, and there is no one else they can ask something. I go to the shelves by the wall and find the bag with the flaps in it, but it is rather clumsy, but they are happy. There is a hallway that leads away from here, through a door across of the table. Red coloured flaps.
At some point in the dream, but I can't remember when or where, I start to pack stones and crystals. This is in a room behind the shop room. There are still people there, long tables next to each other, and I see stones that other people left, or of a girl that is there still and see that the stones have become longer or more different because mine were put among them. I can identify every stone and I do. Twice. Now I can't remember what the black ones were, but possibly of volcanic nature, the others were pyrite, lots of them, and I take these with me, two of them merged, and I ask the lady if I can take these with me, and she nods her head. So most of those stones were not mine at all, two sisters, and Loli.
I have contact with a fourteen year old girl with blond hair, later but in the same room, though different place in the room, we sit on the table, she on my lap, she looks for contact, I don't really know what to do with her. I see her hair, which is blond, but something is wrong with it and I see its history as if she has had cancer many times, and every time she's saved her scalp and put them together on top of each other. So I am careful.
In the meanwhile I write a text, there is printed text on it, all this in the same room and because of the moving, there is pencil writing, and I write between the lines in pen. Others keep moving around me. At some point we are in the garden, which looks like that of parents, and we eat. Everyone something something, sweet, something something tastes good.

Swollen Eyes

1. On my Way to Dore

Dore was in the dream, and the atmosphere of the dream was of her the whole time.
Something about the twilight films.

Possibly the same dream.
Something about a Buddha school of something something, possibly love. I remember cards or slips of paper in blue and rose with small texts, this was in a secondary school class room. Light.

Possibly the same dream still.
In Herent, centre side of town, near the Omleiding. Long dream, in the end I go near the Omleiding almost near the street of parents, but never really. Between there and Tildonksesteenweg. I will go to that street, because I want to go to Dore. From across the street, because I am at the centre side, I see Br coming from that way and watch him closely, he is alone, but I look at his hair to see if it is really him. This is at night, far away, not many people or traffic.
I cross the street, I think, and where Br is walking there is a market, small, maybe three stalls. And trees, like for a lane. There is one stall where the person has grilled chicken. All this while I'm on my way to Dore.

2. End of the World, Swollen Eyes, Flood

Suddenly my radio is on, which is what it does to wake me usually, so I think it is time to get up, but only when I fall asleep again do I realize that it was not real but part of a dream, while this seemed very very real.

Later, a building, can't remember the rest, but there was a lot going on there.
Something about an alternative, and in one group, there are two shooters, they have rifles. Teams are like this.
Everyone has been dealt a task, but a lot of them underestimate the shooting.
Outside of that building, light, workshops are going on, this teaming up and shooting is one of these things, toward the end of the weekend. I see two people sitting by the wall, among which an Asian looking young girl with freckles. I see she is not comfortable. No one takes notice. At some point without much deliberation I go to her and give her a hug and she is comforted by that.
End of the world kind of atmosphere, also the place.
N and D are there, they are leaving. They have to pass through the different houses, because all are arranged in one long row, but there is no street, you can only go through the houses. They all look similar. The houses are on some sort of dyke that goes into the sea, as at a port. Something about the roof. Art, there is also a snack house.
I thought: there is nothing left, but N sees some, and these are fried pieces of plaice, and they are big. This is on our way back through the houses, one of these houses is a restaurant. But because it is the end of the world, no one has supplies, so all the stores are empty and I have no trust that there will be still anything left to eat. Everyone is sold out. They have only basic things which are not nice left. Dad is there in the shop.
At some point I see a comic book, the inside, with Fras as a main character.
Something about singing, possibly in one of those houses, and possibly an activity, like chanting.
The end of the building, or of the city is water, the city ends in water, and I recognize this as a flood, we are completely surrounded, and I am thinking about boats. I tell myself that I will have to swim.
There is a pier. But there are no boats. 

There is also a section in which I eat broccoli. This is my own lunch, so earlier in the dream, but then I am made aware that some people have cooked, and I might take some of that too, and this is macaroni with a creamy sauce and broccoli, I have just eaten my own, but when I go look in the kitchen and see the big restaurant trays with this, then I am thinking that the broccoli looks better, and the pieces are bigger. Catering of this place, but I think it is actually participants who took the initiative.

Maybe the same dream, the end, my eyes itch, something is wrong with them, I want to open them, I can't, they keep itching and I keep rubbing my hands in them, then I see myself in the mirror, and when I see my eyes I see that they are held closed or almost, because they are swollen, the right eye, in the mirror, is more swollen than the other. Like of a bee sting, but there is no such history in the dream. I knew something was wrong with my eyes. Now I am sure, because I see it in the mirror. I can't do anything about it. This is the most lucid moment of the dream, of the whole night in fact.

Private Messages

1. The Story of the Black Boy

There is a black boy, he is being bullied, and hit by white people, youngsters, he runs, and everytime when they come after him he is lucky and can escape so that they never inflict permanent damage.
He always escaped. At some point it starts to rain. When the boys come after him, the slip in the mud.
Inside, too, there is a pit someone has dug, he is in it to cover himself, this is in a corner beside the outside wall of a house, and mud in the rain, covers himself with cardboard plates or plants somehow. There the boys find him finally.
When the black boy hides there I know I want to help him and I place my hands on his stomach as if giving reiki, but I suppose to him I'm not even there.
He wants to make a tunnel under the earth to get away.
Confrontation, inside, he tries to something something.
Inside he switches on something, for a light or something, can't remember well, and then switches it off, because the electricity does not work properly.
Something about poison, outside again, mud.
The white boys think they have him, this time, but it is not so.
The black boy does not know where he comes from or who is parents are. He does not know his grandparents either. He has no one to rely on.

2. Rune Workshop

Siph is in the dream.
Something about runes.
Earlier I asked Joja for soup. Upstairs is a small group of people in a classroom for a workshop.
The lecture almost starts. I have to go to the bathroom. Hivv is there and gets up before me, and so does someone else. When I see her make a move, I try to be quick and get off my seat and go out to the bathroom first, and I cut her off and go downstairs too as they do. The classroom is with chairs in rows, and we had to maneuver between two rows of chairs, leaving to the left. Door on the left. Warm atmosphere.
Pake is there and Tivd.
Downstairs I have a room, and I go in it, but I don't really have privacy, because half of the room is open, no wall at some point and the door is not really a door but a screen with small wooden long bars and lots of space between them. Reds and oranges. I can't really close my room.
A woman says to me: how you can give news about yourself. This message surprises me because I usually don't want to be the centre of attention, she was serious. And she also asks me about some papers, but I can't remember what now.
And I'm doing consults with the runes in the dream, don't remember where or when exactly. There is another girl too. In the hallway. We wait in the hallway. No, actually everyone is in the hallway, waiting for me.
Earlier I leave my table, and also I have to dress the table, and I do this with my brother N, and possibly with a girl from facebook of from the internet or whatever, (can't read notes). No, this was a different fragment but related, close up of a mobile and on the screen we are on the internet or on facebook, and I see all her posts, and I am in quite a lot of them.
S and D are there. Someone says that all posts or messages appear automatically of persons who post a lot, so that must be about me.
My own posts are among them and I don't want the girl to read those, even if these are only two or three and she does not pay attention to it, but I'm a bit ashamed about it because it is about other girls. But I don't interfere and nothing happens. One of those messages says: she is a charm. The message is in brackets (she is a charm). I wonder why these messages are on it, because they are private.
Something something but also of her. Browsing through the messages or pages. Preparing for something, can't read my notes here.