Beer brewing (a #dream)

We were in the process of rebuilding society. Rebuilding starts with children. So, in this dream, I was a teacher. A female teacher. In a makeshift classroom; a really, really big room in a part of a building that was still standing after the collapse of society. 

It was filled with hundreds of children, ranging from two until eighteen. A young, male colleague came in later, after I had given an introduction, and apologized for being late. Because there were no more seats, he picked up a little girl with long black hair and a naughty look in her eyes, sat down on her seat and put her on his lap. Only to jump up seconds later: "She just peed in my lap!"

The giggling girl was taken over by a teenage, dark blond female teenager who couldn't stop laughing while my colleague tried to pretend nothing had happened and took over class.

We took turns in teaching the children about moped maintenance - a blue moped with three greasy, white seats in a row served as the item to practice on - and beer brewing. 

Nonetheless (a #dream)

As common in my dreams, also in this dream, I was on the run from the end of the world. Sometimes right after an apocalyps, sometimes witnessing it together with the Woman in my Dreams and sometimes decades after society as we know it had collapsed.

Just trying to survive with a small band of different people: friends, relatives, neighbours, people we picked up along the way. This time our small tribe encountered another group of survivors. Apparently they had decided a woman in their group was responsible for some of their bad luck, called her a witch and decided not to kill her 'because we're not barbarians!'. Instead they condemded her to pulling their old fashioned camper together with their mule. 

Last time we saw them, the mule and the woman - wearing a read, flowery headscarf to keep her long, black hair in place - were pushing the house on wheels through neck deep, murky water and sobbing she almost drowned a couple of times but pushed forward nonetheless. 

Alien language (a #dream)

My old boss asked me to come back to work for him so we sat down for a talk at my old office. To my surprise he didn't ask me to get back to my old job but to become the new CEO as he stepped down. Next I was being set down at a sunny terrace in a foreign country and talked to a friend. Next I was given a tour of the new office building. Like in many previous dreams I got lost in a maze of hallways, lots of corridors with shiny white floors, doors leading to nowwhere and elevators. 

Someone asked me to join them for lunch at the cafeteria where coffee would unlimited and eggs were on special offer and I could only pretend to know where that was. Tried following signs but non made sense to me. As if they were written in an alien language. 

My hair (a #dream)

My son and my mother were sitting next to eachother on my couch. In the course of the dream my son slowly grew older: from 7 until his current age of 29. His grandmother mostly smiled while I did most of the talking.

All this time crows were circling their heads. Until one of them landed on my head and I woke up, still feeling its nails in my scalp, holding on, trying not to slide of my hair.

It still exists (a #dream)

My uncle/cousin came to visit. Decades after we last met so with more wrinkles and grey hair. Since my mother (his sister) couldn't make it, I picked him up from the airport/train- or busstation?

I took him to our place where he helped me sort my vinyl records collection to trade or sell later. Quite a few singles from 70s artists I had four or five from, sometimes in different prints. 'Venus' by Shocking Blue was one of them.

My uncle/cousin and I walked around in the neighbourhood which had been transformed to its seventies version: more dirt on the streets, no bike lanes, more homeless people, more independent run shops, some run by squatters spray painting home build beds.

At an outdoor thrift shop I found two similar paintings, as if embossed in green, shiny ceramics. One depicted what seemed like a man's face, with a different look on his face, depending on how the light fell on the piece. I offered the seller €50 for the two. And he looked surprised. Not sure because I was under- or over offering.

Music coming from a few basements and everyone smiling, save for a guy with dog. A black and white boxer. 

My mother called (from work?), excited to see her brother again soon and asking me if he could sleep in my double bed because it felt a bit awkward to have him sleep with her in her single bed. Of course!

He told me about the adventures he had in his favourite coffeeshop in the seventies and produced a beautiful grin when I texted him it still exists.