Hirondelle

Wrote my dream on paper last night, internet wasn't working (stormy weather).

I woke up with this strange dream, at 5, and tried to WBTB (failed obviously) after it.

Me and ? are waiting at the bar to get seated in Mirjan's restaurant. Tables and chairs are made of pine. Because she's not giving us a place I asked her about it. She sits next to us, and bents over a bit. I see that her black hair is getting gray streaks in it. She says we'll have to wait a bit to see if there's enough place, or else we can go to "the other place". "You mean the brewery?" I ask her. "No", she says in an angry way, "I'm not with Jules anymore, don't you know that?" I tell her that it's been more than a year since I last was in town. "Can I say something about that?" I say to her. "I never thought you and Jules would split up."Oh well", she answered "I've always known that but I hadn't expected it to take 20 years". By the way, "the other place" was at her sisters. Jules was waiting along with us and other people, he left after a while. Then Lex came in. He came to DJ, apparently that was his new job. He looked good and happy. When I came closer to him, I saw he was wearing make up, but he forgot his neck. I left and took Lex's motorcycle, he'd told me I could borrow it. It was a darkgrey colour. I don't know how to drive one, but I managed to drive of anyway. I drive through the town and try to find the way home. There have been a lot of changes in the roads and I end up on a muddy path. I get stuck. The motorcycle is dirty and in pieces. I manage to repare and clean it and drive of in the direction of my house.

This morning I remembered two fragments:

1. We have to read a book in English class, it is one of the great "classics" that everyone has to read, but I don't remember the title. The teacher and all the other students are sitting at one big square table. I'm the only one that's free to walk around. I sit down on the floor in a corner and try to figure out on which page they are. The teacher is reading out loud. When I go through the pages of the book I see that the first part of it is normal text, the second part is in cartoon form. I think "That's a nice way to make this boring stuff more enjoyable for young people".

2. There's an assignment that we have to work on. I wonder if I really have to, and what would happen if I didn't. The teacher tells me that it's not an obligation but it would be good if I did show my willingness to work.

Nothing last night.

Woke up this morning at 7 remembering:

I'm in a "school/university situation". The different buildings are in a hilly landscape near sea, it must be summer because the grass is dry and yellow. We are staying in a bungalow with a group of students. One of the walls is almost entirely made of glass, with big sliding doors. It's very windy outside, more than windy, it's a storm. I say to my boyfriend (I'm younger in my dream, he's now my husband) that I'm afraid that the parasol and the sign are going to be blown away. He says "don't worry, it's not that bad". But I see the sign disappeared already and now the giant parasol is going up in the air. I see animals are loose outside, white and brown ones and I ask my boyfriend if they are our calves. He says "No, they're from down there" and he points his finger to show me.
In the same dream I'm in one of the school/university buildings. I have to get back to the classroom but (of course, I think that happens all the time) I can't seem to find my way back. I walk with a girl I know, when she enters a classroom I want to follow her, but don't recognize the faces of the other students. Not the right place. I continue looking, on different floors, until I finally it. I'm too late, most of the others have already left. I can see that the teacher (my secondary school's maths teacher) has handed out a large book and two big sheets about economy. I wonder how I can get them as well, but I can't even find my bag and my computer. I ask my boyfriend if he knows where they are. He's impatient, wants to leave, to go out, have fun and get drunk. I'm upset, because I'm tired of looking for the classroom and my stuff and instead of comforting me, he only wants to go out and drink. He shows me where to find my things anyway. They're hidden behind a big desk chair.

After writing this I still felt sleepy so I tried a WBTB. I slept again, quite long, woke up with a headache and no dream.

5.20
Game, set and match
I'm standing on ...... (it looks like a treadmill like you see in a gym). I'm looking in front of me because I have to watch something that is going on there, I'm playing some kind of game. ML is with me. He is standing very close behind me, wants my attention. I don't want to give him any because I have to focus on the game. He talks to me, flirts, puts his hands on my hips and tries to pull me close. I'm not interested but don't want to bluntly reject him. There is a little blond girl (between one and two years old) that I do want to give attention to. I smile at her and she smiles back and puts her arms out towards me. I pick her up and hug her. I love her so much, I feel the love flowing through me and it makes me so happy to hold her on my arm, see how she enjoys being with me. I won the game, and think: Game, set and match!

6.45 Lots of things going on in my head....I feel I'm waking up....I say to myself: "Remember it all", but it slips away I lie still for a while, the only thing that stays is: writing something down. Like the day before yesterday... (maybe it is "writing down my dreams"???????)

Let's look at it from the bright side, yesterday I had nothing, nada, zero

Today there's a fragment:

I have to write things on small notes, and we're all sitting in squares, my dad is involved again

Woke up at 5.10, not remembering a dream. I stayed up for 35 minutes but when I went back to bed I felt it was useless to go for a WILD, I turned to my side, used a mantra about remembering my dreams and fell asleep. At the 7.10 alarm I remembered nothing, still wasn't motivated for a WBTB and slept some more. Woke up at 8.50:

This is not about you
My dad called me (he doesn't live in the same country as I do) and told me how he'd had a letter/message of a friend of mine (he didn't say who). He was very worried about it. I asked him to tell me more, because I can't really help when the information is that vague. He told me that my friend had described the problems he has with his wife and how this was all quite problematic for him (my dad). I insisted... what do you mean... how is this a problem for you? In the meantime I was also wondering why my friend would tell my dad about this, how did he manage to find out where my dad lives?
We weren't on the phone anymore by now, we were walking in between big greenhouses. I was getting angry with my dad, why can't he just be straightforward and say what is on his mind, and .... how could he be so egocentric thinking this was about him? It finally came out: Because my friend told my dad about his marriage problems, my dad thought that I was having an affair (with my friend)! And that would be very difficult for him. Steam was coming out of my ears! I'm not having an affair, I'll never leave my husband, my friend has big problems and has a really difficult time, why do you always think that you are the victim... this is not about you!!!!
I woke up feeling angry.

I was really tired last night, for no special reason. I tried to read while my husband was watching a soccer match, but I kept dosing off. Went to bed at 21.45!

Woke up at 3.20 with a fragment on my mind. Maybe it wasn't even a dream fragment, but that would make it a really strange thought, so I'm going to count it as a fragment.

Fragment 1: All my dreams from the period of sleep that I just woke from were on a wooden cutting board. I tilted it and with my big knife I pushed them off, straight into my DJ…

I went straight back to sleep, too tired to do a WBTB and woke up at 6.15 remembering:

The bishop
My father, mother, me and ? arrive by bike at a big sports hall. Apparently we'll be visiting the celebration of a jubilee of an African bishop in there. We put our bikes in the designated outside area for bikes. Once inside the hall I take part in a workshop for "upcycling" (making something new and better out off used garments) clothes. I make myself a wide cream coloured, two layered top with a dark brown edge along the neckline. When I'm ready I start looking for my father and mother. I push through the crowd, some people recognize me and compliment me on my blouse. Proudly I tell them that I made it myself, without a pattern, just like that. A young woman thinks it's too big. I shrug my shoulders. What do you want, first time ever, without help…
I want to leave and find out that my parents have already left. I wonder if they would have left my bike there. There are a lot of bikes there but I don't recognize mine. I grab a ladies bike that is not locked and cycle of to the right, into town. After going for a while I decide that it's not right and I return to where I came from. I put the bike back, next to a woman (who looks like Marion that I met in the village last Sunday morning) is putting hers away. The two bikes lean against each other and she says; "Be careful now, don't touch them anymore". Together we walk towards the buildings. "To go to Brandons you have to go straight here and turn right later on" she says, pointing at the apartment buildings far away. "That's not where I'm going" I say to her and go in the direction of the sports hall. "Oh", she says "for Randen it's in there". I think she's full of nonsense and go inside. I move through the crowd until I find a group that includes my aunt Nelly and her daughter Anita. I talk to them for a bit until I see my dad. He's carrying a cotton bag and takes out a pair of pink pants so that I can get changed. I tell him that I want to say goodbye to the bishop before we go. The bishop is a big black man. He's "dressed" in a shiny, wooden case, only his head sticks out. It's a bit like a coffin, but the form is more rounded. He's standing up, watching a movie (?) that's being projected on a screen. There is a big case filled with boxes that contain parts of the movie. I guess that this is the present he's had. I say goodbye to him. He says that he's very happy that I came and he puts his hand on my head as a blessing gesture.

When I wake up next at 8.30 I remember 3 fragments, of which two are from the same dream:

Fragment 2: Don't do that….. I'm sure you will not be able to get all of it back!

Fragment 3: My dad, his wife, me, my husband and our youngest son are in a room together. My son is sitting in the corner of a sofa and preparing himself a smoke. I say to my husband, "The boy is only 15, are you okay with that?" He shrugs his shoulders. I'm angry, I grab my stuff and leave. I'm annoyed with myself, I've got nowhere to go, I haven't got the key to the car, or our house. I should have tried to find a solution instead of running off.

Fragment 4: My dad's wife is not feeling well. I want to leave and that's what I do. Just a bit later I see my dad and his wife following me. He's sort of dragging her along because she's feeling really bad. When they get to where I am my dad starts climbing on top of something and she lies down on the side of the road. I say to her that I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to do this to her, she could have stayed at home.

Went to bed at 22.45. Woke up at 3.40 to write down a dream and go to the toilet. I remember:

Jenny
I'm with a group of people. Jenny is there. (Jenny is young Canadian who was an intern at our company something like 6 years ago)There's a discussion about skying. Jenny says that she loves skying and that she grabs every opportunity available to do it. I know that she has a boyfriend now, that they are going to get married and will probably have a baby (In RL all that has already happened). I say to her:"So how many skiing trips do you think you'll be going on in the coming year?" She looks at me a bit puzzled so I add: "You have to take every opportunity now, because once you're married to Kyle and your baby is there it will take a long time before you can go again".

I stay up for a WBTB for 40 minutes..... and can't get back to sleep for a long time...

I wake up out of a dream when the alarm sounds at 7.10, it immediately slips away even though I've barely moved and try to keep my mind empty of other thoughts.

I fall asleep again and wake up at 8.15 without remembering.

Went to bed at 23.30 and tried to meditate a bit. Don't think I stayed awake very long. Woke up at 3.00 to go to the toilet, remembered nothing. Stayed up for a WBTB, probably not long enough this time, but I'm afraid to stay awake way too long if I stay up to long. WBTB didn't work because I woke up from the alarm at 7.10.

Room in the attick
I'm in a house (not ours) with my husband and we go into the room in the attick. It's cleaned up now, before it was so messy that you could hardly enter it. Along two of the walls are large dressers (I'm not sure if this is the right word in English) Both wood, but different colours. Two drawers of the left one are left open. I pull my husband on the bed and we make out a bit. He gets up and starts collecting things to go and have a shower. Two (young) men enter the room. (I think "I'm glad I'm decent"). One of the men is the owner of the house, the other one (to whom he's showing the house) is a young version of Darrau. The owner, a long and skinny guy, tells Darrau about the room. "Over there we used to have the trains, and there the Playmobil". They speak French. At a certain moment one of them uses the word "relance" in a way that I don't understand. I ask for an explanation. "But a 'relance' is asking for something again if there is no reaction to the first time you've asked?" Darrau answer that in fact it is that, but sometimes it's also used in another way.

Wrote this dream up, went to the toilet and tried another WBTB. I got a lot closer but woke up again from a non lucid dream.

Another room in another attick
My husband and I woke up from the alarm. He had to get up to go to work. My best friend (from the period 13 to 17 yrs old) was in the room with us. Without saying anything he made it clear to me that I had to get her out of the room because he had something in mind. I told her that she could go down to the bathroom, she'd find a towel in the narrow high open cupboard. She left and my husband started unbuttoning my jeans.

Then I woke up, there were noises in the house (holidays, the kids are there). I tried to go back to the dream but the noises prevented that.

I woke up at 3.40, remembering the strangest feeling...... A DV member, I think Spellbee, but I'm not 100 % sure of that, was telling me something about how to get lucid.

Woke up at 8.00, remember nothing (failed WBTB)

Well, I hope that this is not going to happen too many times in the coming weeks (with regards to the competition). I remember two dreams that I'm not ready to share in public....

There was also something, I can't really call it a fragment, it's in between a feeling and a fragment, about me hardly using my native language (Dutch) anymore, but only French and English.

Failed WBTB

Zero recall

I'm in a room, near an open window that's quite near to the floor and about a square meter big. An animal is tied on a leash at one of the legs of a sofa. The animal has the same "blond" colour as our two Labradors, but it's not like them, it's more like a giant blond fox. Then a big black bear sticks its head into the room through the open window. I see its head in a lot of detail. Its snout is quite long. The eyes have an opaque appearance like those of our old dog, who doesn't see very well any more. The "blond fox" pulls the leash to try to approach the bear. I push the head of the bear back out of the window a bit, because I'm afraid they might get aggressive when they get too close to one another. I say to the bear: "I'm sure you'd like a piece of cheese, don't you?" and I turn around to cut a piece on the table/counter nearby.

I had a look at photo's of black bears on the internet and I'm quite amazed at the accuracy of what I saw in my dream. Apparently I know quite well what they look like