I want more (a dream)

Once again I was standing on the Edge of the City of Tomorrow, a reoccuring place in my dreams. Friends on The Other Side were waving at me but were too far away for me to make out if they encouraged me to stay on my side or join them on theirs. 

There was a rather wide gap between us and while I was contemplating on a decision, a boat sailed into the crack that was suddenly a canal. It was an antique wooden barge and on board it was very crowded. All aboard wore a pirate hat from the partyshop. 

A few of the passengers/sailors recognized me and waved enthousiastically: 'Join us! It will be fun!' but I had no idea how to get down to them. There was not a ladder or anything in sight that could help me to overcome the distance. It looked like a few hundred meters down, so jumping was not an option. 

Instead I climbed into some construction that was attached to the roof I was standing on. A flagpole? A radiomast? An antenna? For some reason I did not wish to stay where I was and took a risk: would the construction take my weight? I climbed it, it bent under my weight and I held on in disbelief and fear as it had almost bend over far enough for me to jump across the...er...rift? safely but it suddenly jerked back to its original position. Leading me to hang on for dear life and wait for the afterswing to stop. 

It did stop and upon opening my eyes again - tip: even in your dreams: if you get dizzy from swaying too much, close your eyes - I found myself at a balustrade inside a large office building. It was alongside a large corridor with every four meters or so un unmarked, and white, door. 

It was all white, the top part of the balustrade was glas and it had a chrome railing. I held unto it as I looked down and saw a friend (not one from real life but I have seen her in more of my dreams) in a red dress and with brown hair standing in a life size glass chamber/cell in which she could hardly move.

Being down at the reception desk I asked the receptionist why he lied when he told me before that he would free her soon. He started sweating and stuttering, clearly uncomfortable with having to lie again, stating she was a witch and had to be contained.

Apparently the look in my eyes made him decide not to follow the orders he had received from 'them' and freed my friend. Although the dream did not show me how.

Grateful she offered me liqorice: 'Try them. These are new!' Unwillingly because in my dream I didn't care for liqorice, I took one out of the little bag, put it in my mouth and bit it. They came in white and black and had a greenish/greyish filling. 'These are amazing!' I shouted out in surprise. 'Where did you get them. I want more!'

Musings (a dream)

In a post-apocalyptic world, I was one of the chosen to drive trucks with supplies through a rough and radiation invested area to an area where the remains of human civilisation tried to survive. At every stop along the way, me and my co-drivers were assisted by local volunteers to jump into big iron tubs filled with a liquid to decontaminate us. From the footboards of our trucks we would simply drop backwards into the cold liquid. As was adviced and instructed 'because you don't want to see what you jump into'.

While - fully clothed in my protective gear minus hood and helmet - submerged I wondered if our efforts were worth it. Wouldn't we make the same mistakes all over again? Could I hold my breath for at least two minutes? Would she be waiting for me at the final stop? Would it really be the final stop or would we have to move on? But where to?

My (real life) alarm woke me up from my musings.

Real life (a dream)

Standing in the remnants of a party, 

I told my colleague I had put his (empty) beerglass

outside, in a dark corner at the bottom of the stairs.

Climbing those stairs (suddenly in- not outside the building)

was nog easy with my arms full of cups and plates

and other party leftovers.

It became even more difficult because I couldn't stand upright,

the last couple of stairs;

the ceiling was too low for me.

I had just told someone behind me on the stairs

that I would try to open the hatch above us

with my head

when my alarm went off.

In real life.

Green or grey (a dream)

Surrounded by colours, I was a colour myself but could not look at myself in the mirror

because I was too sparkly and needed to quickly shield my eyes.

Although my shoes were too big, I stumbled into another world where I landed on my head.

Which was apparently normal because everyone around me was shuffling through the streets on their heads. Without using their hands. As if no one had ever told them that would give them more balance. I couldn't hold my position much longer and to the surprise of my fellow citizens - all, just like me, wearing outfits as if they played a roll in the seventies Batman-series - I toppled over, landed on my feet and started walking. 

Two young entrepeneurs had seen what happened and offered me a money making deal.

Before they could approach me, I was surrounded by a large crowd and simply decided to snap out of my dream.

Seeing it was two hours before my alarm would go off, I tried to get back into the dream but landed in someone else's. Apparently set in a different world. Were everyone was wearing green or grey.

Nobody minds (a dream)

Found myself playing catch with my youngest daughter (in reality twenty but in my dream around eight years old) and we were both enjoying ourselves. Until a lady (in her thirties, long, brown hair, uncombed, dressed in a white shirt with a faded orange with green drawing on it she may have been sleeping in) shouted: 'Get out of my house. Now!' Only because we were throwing and catching the ball (a bit like a softball but slightly bigger) while standing in her living room. Which made sense to us because in our own house, further down the street, there was less room.

With my daughter (or my son or a friend. It wasn't clear in the dream), I got invited to enter university and we were invited for an informal introductory day. We were having fun in gym class where a (female. Dark, straight hair, cut above the shoulders. Slightly longer on her left side and a big, pointy but beautifully curved nose) friend was just asked by the teacher to take over the lesson, when two older students entered the gym and asked my child (friend?) and me to follow them for a talk about the study we would enroll in. 

When I had picked up our bags with our regular clothes I could just see the two men disappear in the distance in the extremely long and suddenly bustling hallway. I tried to follow them but couldn't reach them through the crowd. Saw a passageway I hoped would bring me closer or even cut them off. But I was wrong. The stairs I climbed brought me to a highter level and after walking for a while I found out it was a dead end. The lane/hall/street - one of hundreds of different walkways. All completely different in design - simply ended and I had no choice but to backtrace my steps and follow a different route.

Luckily the taller of the two older students was apparantly send to find me and he did. Togethe we joined his fellow student. He was sitting at a sort of picknick table in a courtyard with red brick buildings on either side and lots of hanging plants, almost blocking all sunlight. It felt like an oasis and I was offered a cigarette: a long and slim one which I tried to hide under the table but the student gestured 'It's okay to smoke here. People simply do and nobody minds.'

Partyshop (a dream)

I was in a field hocky stadium. The game hadn't started yet. Somebody made a remark involving Johan Cruijff and I replied: 'That's a clever remark!'. 

The stadium was practically empty but in parts of the stadium groups of people were dressed in opague plastic costumes depicting Star Wars droids while other groups were dressed as characters from the Star Wars 'Dark Side'. 

One of the stands was empty, with the exeption of one man - curly brown hair, a golden earring in his left ear, unshaven, singing his club song lustily while he pulled down his jeans, revealing simple white underwear with a strange bump in it on the front. 

Upon pulling down his underwear, it revealed a pair of plastic buttocks from the partyshop. 

Her eyes (a dream)

After the apocalypse, I was part of a group of survivors. We were each allowed to take a single item from several piles of assorted stuff, like clothes, bags, stationary, household items and so on. I decided I wanted a diary. One with a lock or a string to be able to close it tight because I knew that way (because oxygen or water couldn't come in between the pages) it would be somewhat protected against fire and water and future people could read what I wrote. To find such a diary I had to wait until everyone was gone and the stuff was put away behind garded fences and further sorted.

At first we lived scattered throughout a partially burned down forest and I remember carrying around a rather large ladies handbag filled with now useless Euro and Dollar coins and some (less useless) cigarettes. 

After months of hard work (a few seconds in the dream), we managed to build ourselves a square shaped village, build from wood, straw, clay and manure. High above the ground and furthermore protected from animals and whatever was lurking in the woods by guard towers with fire pits. Apparently very hot fire because the flames were blue so I guess we used some kind of highly combustible fuel to keep them lit. There were some two dozen huts on poles and they were connected by slightly swaying walk ways, like planks on ropes.

The time had come for each cabin to be appointed to a couple: one male, one female. Because we knew we needed to procreate in order to survive. But there were slightly more men in the group (of 44 people?) then women and so a priest was - rather reluctantly - designated to share a hut with a very ill man who needed someone to look after him. In a large hut on the ground in the center of the compound, we stood in a circle, waiting for things to come, as decided by the three or four group leaders. 

I got coupled to a young (early thirties?) woman with long, curly blonde hair that was longer on the left side of her face than on her right. We (the men on the inside of the circle, the women on the outside, their backs turned towards the walls, the ill man on a stretcher in a corner) were standing only a hand width apart as part of the improvised ritual to make us mates for life. She wore a blue dress with thin shoulder straps and a beautiful big smile as she looked down on me, seeing I was grinning and looking straight ahead with my 1.40m and not up into her eyes.