Little again (a dream)

Paid a vacation visit to a senior great aunt with two adult daughters and a few teenagers (grandchildren?) One of them a special needs kid wearing a loose grey/blue dress. The scene seemed to take place at a camping site or in a trailer park. There was a table holding extremele long hotdogs with ketchup and union already on them. A yellow plastic tablecloth. 

Upon waking up the next morning I wanted to make coffe for the group but some man had just beaten me to it. Two souls, one thought. Smiling at me he walks away and hugs his boyfriend: "Hotdog? Unions?" "Please", he says.

It is still early but already scorching hot.

So I borrow slippers because it's too hot for shoes. Part of the group walks off the terrain and I follow while a few elderly follow me at a short distance. The group takes pictures of the complex. Lined up, all dressed in white. Including a in my dream well known paparazzi. His camera looks like a game controller. Black with an adjustable and curved piece of glass/see through mirror at the handle by his right hand.

They pay no attention to the hillside that is the landscape. That's obviously dehydrated. With a few scattered dead plants.

Every brick building is brand new and there are lots of stairs. I stop to make pictures. From buildings beautifully lit by the bright sunlight. And from curious passersby. One of them glances at me. Brunette with semi-long, curly hair, bright eyes and slightly tanned skin. I take a picture of her and she (Sylvie?) smiles.

We arrive at a playground that is huge. Enormous slides, hanging walkways and a lot of wooden stairs. I loose track of the group and see a few signs: 'Big Way->'. But no sign of the group.

There's a rope way with sturdy BMX-like bikes hanging from it. All blue. The bikes are being pulled up by a semi-automatic pully system. Young folk ride them through a complicated path above the ground. There are solid blue nets to catch them, might they fall while racing down the path. Over walk bridges and planks.

The special needs teen walks towards an attraction. She pushes aside a boy. Roughly.

Next moment I'm 'home'. Where someone turns on the tv-set. No image because there appears to be no power. Some conman pretends to go in a trance and the two adult daughters suddenly act like four year olds, sitting on the floor, holding on to people's and table's legs.

While a voice appears to come from the television. The shadowy figure demands money from my great aunt 'or else...'

Intimidating some vague paper cut-out makes its way from the back of the set to the glass at the front:

"Look, something paranormal is going on because my children suddenly became little again!"

 

Our own phone (a dream)

There's this shop. Not open because there are no goods to sell. Counter on the left, big window on the right. New window and new (white) tiling as if being completely rebuild. Messy floor with a lot  of dirt.

Behind the window and on the outside, angled and 'looking up' a gold coloured dented plate with inscriptions in an ancient text. Mayan maybe.

With the owner - an Asian man - seeing a woman in the far right corner of the shop. Obviously in distress. Going down with her. Meeting people who apparently live below ground. We want to help the (Caucasian) woman. There's a raccoon stuck to her side. 

Not that the animal is clinging to her but actually part of her right side. The woman cries: 'Don't kill it, it wants to live and so do I.' While the shop owner and I think of ways to detach the raccoon without killing either one, someone hits the raccoon in the back with an axe. It's detached from the woman now and dying, with the axe still lodged in its back, it crawls towards the far left corner of the underground tent (?) we're in. Revealing a big and bloody gap in the woman's side. 

At the dinner table (still underground) the three of us discover we switched our phones. And decide to switch them back because we all want our own phone.

Inside (a dream)

We decided to move from The Netherlands. It was my family, including my father, and some friends. Since I never knew my actual father, the father figure in the dream was portrayed by a former father-in-law. Who used to smile when I called him 'dad' as his own children stopped doing so when they were still little.

We had a stopover in Belgium, the French speaking part as I seem to remember from the dream. A beautiful landscape with lots of hills and trees and we parked the cars, van and/or truck next to an abandoned farm. What struck me as odd was that there were no animals. Not even birds.

Did the animals all flee because they knew something we didn't? But why did we actually flee ourselves? While some of our group of some twenty people took refuge in the farmhouse and shed, I decided to sleep outside. Apparently on a very high waterbed. That obviously sprung a leak as suddenly I rolled to one side, barely hanging on to avoid landing a few meters down into a muddy pool.

Next moment I stood on a rooftop with somebody - an indistinct woman in mainly brown clothes and some kind of headscarf covering her hair - pointing out some sights to me. Distant trees and hills, an ancient church...She had me point my camera or binoculars to my right side because there was a beautiful - and amazingly clean - window. Or rather a collection of windows. In it was the reflection of a magnificent landscape, adorned with a wide array of very peaceful animals. The reflected sky was of a beautiful blue hue and the clouds looked like they were painted by one of the old Dutch Masters who were famous for painting beautiful clouds. 

Could this be heaven? I never found out because it started to rain and according to my companion the rain was dangerous so we had to make our way inside.