We could (a dream)

There was a street performer who played a blind character in mime, singing a song with the word 'see' in it. And it was hilarious. In another act he would drink white cava whine. He had black, curly hair and was a Belgian student who also played the trombone in a well known orchestra, as an investigative reporter found out by looking at images at a viewing screen in a studio. The performer told me he had some wine left in this old delivery truck he had painted himself with colourful graffiti. Later he would ask me to film him while he was smoking a cigarette in the back yard of his old university. Which suddenly was my own back yard and on the camera I saw images of my son as a child. 

There was a party we attended. With a lot of young people. My girlfriend in the dream had given me a (black) car she had poorly parked in the garage underneath the venue. On our way to the party (a national celebration, it seemed) we met a couple of which the woman was wearing almost the same outfit as my girlfriend. Including the same keffiyeh. And they both had grey eyes with light grey eye white. Which looked rather unsettling.

The party was no fun as a lot of people were under the influence of different substances. So we decided to leave. When we entered the garage we just saw my car leaving in the distance. It went straight and left and disappeared into the daylight.

We had no choice than to go by bike. My partner had a pillow and a small child on the back of her bike. I asked her for her old slide phone to call my now ex-girfriend. 'No, you can't have more than 1000 sheets of printing paper!', she yelled. I told her that was not what I was calling for. I found out she was driving my car and asked her why. At least she could have called and tell me. No reply.

Later we (my girlfriend? My son? My new friend the performer?) sat in the back of the car of an unknown but in the dream familiar man. He directed our attention to an old and expensive housing project that was never finished and left for Mother Nature to slowly demolish. 'What if we had no jobs, no hobbies, no family. In which would lie life's adventures?', he asked. And I replied: 'In visiting the nearby (I forgot or may have never known the exact name) 'Old white house of Mr. Grey'. At least we could have a pee there.' The driver smiled, put his hands more firmly on the steering wheel and his foot deeper on the gas: 'Yes, we could.'

Surprise (a dream)

To everyone's surprise I literally jumped at the change to be the bike taxi driver for a friend of mine. While she sat in the back of the homemade tricycle (one wheel in the front, two at the rear), she asked outloud who was willing to take the rider's seat and take her wherever she wanted to go. 

Pushing people aside, I grabbed on to the side railings (?), leaned on my arms for a few seconds, defying gravity, dropped unto the seat and started pedaling. Much to the bemusement of my passenger who cried out: 'Yihaw!'

We rode through busy streets, avoiding market stalls and pedestrians. Until we ended up in a quiet neighbourhood of the foreign city. There was a swimming pool. Actually three basins in one building. All not very crowded. I picked one and started a conversation with an elderly lady. She was smoking and simply tossed her finished butt in the water. Much to my surprise.

Thusfar (a dream)

People appeared in a big glass container with brass ribs. They were all different but at the same time all the same: a white male in his twenties with blond, almost white, hair. Apparently covered in a powdery substance that made his skin look even more pale. Wearing some kind of off white loin cloth and a sad and surpised look on his face. 

The container filled up fast and handlers had to work increasingly harder to shove them deeper and deeper into the container to make room for more of them. Pushing them from the back towards the front that was facing the viewer.

People in the marketsquare were disappearing like magic and reappeared as the blond, white males in the container. Workers were frantically building more 'prefab' containers to house all the new 'guests' but the containers - and the whole system - started to collapse. It started with the prefab brass legs of the glass containers collapsing. They consisted of three brass, square 'sticks': two vertically and one - supporting the glass container - horizontally. Quickly welded together and with bad quality hinges attached underneath the glass. I was surprised the system had worked thusfar.

Never seen before (a dream)

There were no humans left on Earth. Future robots that came to look saw some lost predecessors working to maintain the structures left by mankind. And failing. Off white buildings that were looking like mushrooms build on mountain slopes broke into pieces and collapsed unto heeps that slowly got integrated in nature. Next moment after watching that on a big screen, I was drawing. The paper was black and on it were elephants outlined in silverish grey. I found myself sitting at a bar, having a drink with a friend who was also drawing. 

Abent mindedly I traced the outlines of the elephant and noticed it was standing on half a dozen smaller elephants. When my pencil reached the starting point, the paper started to change and hovering above it colourful, moving (in more than one way) pictures appeared, 'exploding' into different images. Of butterflies, rainbows, unicorns, flowers and animals I had never seen before. 'Wow!', a woman looking over my right shoulder exclaimed.

Our Ways (a dream)

My favourite guitarist, Mick Box from Uriah Heep, and me worked together on the sheet music and words for The Easy Road, probably in his home studio, and admired eachother's creativity and writing skills. In the dream he was some twenty years younger than he is today. 

We laughed at a pun we came up with at the same time and I found myself laughing with new found friends. On a hot day we enjoyed some unexpected cooling in the form of a broken waterpipeline over our heads. It was at a beach or at least a large slab of sand and soon our clothes were soaked and we took them off. Laughing and naked but clothed at the same time, we introduced ourselves to eachother and when it was time to leave we decided to exchange clothes, including underwear and still laughing with joy parted our ways.