Emnition

Wrong train
I'm somewhere in the Netherlands, at the train station. I think I'm going home. I need to catch a train. I have a look at the information sign and decide to get on this particular train. In the end, it brings me to the wrong destination. I get out. Now I first have to go back to where I came from, before I can continue onwards to the right destination.

Bouldering
I don't really remember much from this dream. I'm going bouldering and there's a group of people.

Thailand
I'm in what somehow appears to be Thailand. It's daytime and I'm entering some type of nature park with the car. I'm with several family members. My mom, my aunt G and her son and some others. The road we enter through is just straight. I don't remember anything about what we did while we were inside there.

On the way out, the road we came through is flooded. We're walking towards it now and the car in front of us goes through a puddle of water and actually is completely submerged. The solution I come up with is to advance using a canoe. I'm close to doing it when my mom calls me to get in the car. She drives off in the opposite direction and we somehow end up on a perfectly paved road that is the exit on the other side of the park. It's located lower than the other exit and therefore not flooded. (Doesn't make sense). Somewhere along the way we have to squeeze in, have some people sitting on laps. My friend from elementary school, Ser, has to sit on my lap.

We're on our way back to... some place. We're in a small van and pass a security checkpoint. Usually we have to show our ID, but this time we don't. After a bit longer, the van is stopped and we do eventually have to show our ID. The driver and my mom have already given their driver's license. I dig through my black and red backpack that's stowed between my legs. I'm looking for my wallet, which has my driver's license in it. As I find it, I notice that while what I've got in my hands is the same format and colour as my actual driver's license, it is in fact not my driver's license. It's a plastic card with something in English written on it and some tape that I added to it myself. The text reads something along the lines of that the Thai police officer holding my card has passed away and therefore I will get my driver's license back in a while. I'm walking towards a police officer to talk about this. I've left my bag inside the van, next to the open sliding door and the bag still being open. A kid runs up to the van and rummages around my bag, stealing at least 1 x 100 SRD note. A police officer takes at least 2. I manage to stop them from taking any more. I manage to get my note back from the kid, as I'm easily stronger than him. The cop is a different story, seeing as how he could arrest me.

We're about to continue our drive. There's a whole group of teens now walking in front of us, including the kid from earlier. I jokingly say that we should run them over. I talk about my license with my mom. She says that it's very long till I get it back. On July 21, which is supposedly 3 more weeks. I tell her it's in a few days. Either that's too late, cause we're leaving the country on the 19th.

I'm somewhere close to a beautiful island. I'm watching 2 girls make their way to it on 1 watercycle. They've got an interesting tactic: they are peddling in opposite directions. Somehow it works to keep them going straight. They make it to the island. I'm there myself now as well. There are quite some people here, including my little brother. Despite us supposedly being on the island, we're still in the water. It reaches up to my chest. If I walk away even just 2 metres it immediately becomes a bit deeper. I'm concerned for my little brother, who is a bit shorter than I am. I make my way to him with two floatables. I don't tell him that I'm worried, so as to not damage his ego/trust/whatever. We both hang onto a floatable for a bit and eventually I let go.

There's some guys playing football very close. They're only using one goal, which is a bit small and taking turns at taking penalties it seems, from up close. They're not lining up logically, with people awaiting their turns in and around the goal. Eventually there are two guys my age who are not even playing, but who are frustrated by the inefficiency of it. They decide to intervene. At first they shout for the guys to line up for the penalties and when no one listens, they decide to come up close and give further instructions. I move along.

Somewhere on the island I meet a blind woman. We talk for a little bit. I run into her twice and once into another blind woman. I continue walking. It seems I've reached the limit of how far I can walk here. I see some kind of clinic and decide to go in. It's the only building I've encountered on this island. I walk to the end of the clinic and decide that they have nothing for me and walk back out again. On the way out I see one of the nurses in the hallway. She has a pretty face. She walks out in front of me.

Volcano
I'm at what is supposed to be the volcano Kawah Ijen with my friend Caro. We're doing the descent down into the crater right now. Along the way I spot what looks like a smartphone (HTC?) with a cracked screen. I wonder if it is still working. It is attached to a tall rock. Caro has a look. Yup, still functioning. From one moment to the next, the screen is suddenly a lot bigger. It's pretty much my size. I intent to take it with me once we go back off the volcano. I see/hear some other people approaching. Hopefully no one else tries to take it. Then I notice that there's a brand sign above it (Sony?). Ah, it's an ad. Ok, I'll leave it here then. We continue walking. I see more ads and related things. I'm appalled by how commercialised the volcano has become. It used to be so beautiful and natural.

We come to a room. Caro tells me that she is excited to see the blue fire. I tell her that you can only see the blue fire at night, so we won't see it. I look at my phone. It's just past midnight. Ah, guess we'll get to see it after all. There's a hole which is covered by a moving wooden floor, which is partially see through. I tell Caro that it didn't use to be here and that you could see the hole directly. I tell her to look at the red eye - which reminds me of a dragon's eye - below the floor. The blue fire will come from there. Every once in a while the moving floor moves away from the hole. There's a wooden bench close to it, on which Caro sits down. I tell her I wouldn't do it. At some point a dog approaches her - from the hole? - and starts licking her face. Gross.

We're moving around this room a bit. Eventually I think we end up watching a movie? There's some other people and I become sort of close with a girl. There's some mention of points that we can earn somehow and having to hide points.

Pick up
I'm at what's supposed to be my place. Irti has sent me a message, asking me to pick her up from somewhere north of the city. I tell her I would if I could, but I don't have a motorcycle right now, so it's kinda impossible. I consider asking the guard to borrow his. Nahh. I also consider using the bicycle to get up there. No that's rather pointless - and would take forever.

Eventually further along the dream it is my mom who was up there and needed help. She made it down though. She tells me it was just a few hundred metres. That doesn't sound right to me. A few hundred metres and then what?

Vacation
I'm in a vacation house / bungalow kinda thing. There's a toilet a few metres away from the front door. The toilet is out in the open and I'm using it. People keep walking by. To poop like this is one thing, but it's gonna be really weird to clean my butt with other people around. The water level is high, causing the area to be flooded. I'm still sitting on the toilet, but I'll have a floating turd issue later. Eventually I have a conversation while still on the toilet. Someone tells me about a job that he has found for a friend of mine. The job comes with housing and variable pay, depending on performance. The guy asks me if I know what that means and I say I do. He hands me a sheet of paper, maybe 2, with info on it. I take it, trying to keep it dry. I finish up on the toilet and don't even wash my butt. I'm in the water anyways. Floating turd. I try to push the water in a direction away from everyone. There's a little girl with her mom present.

I enter the house and smell sausage. I walk into the kitchen and look around. For some reason I'm checking to see if all the stoves are off. Two of them are not. I turn them both off. More people enter the kitchen and I casually mention it to one guy, who becomes pissed off at 2 guys. He gives them a warning card. One more and they're out. Didn't I get one of those earlier on? I kinda dismissed it. Who is this guy to think that he can kick people out?

There's a brown paper bag with bread in it and a mouse/rat. I take the bag, wanting to put it somewhere far away so that the mouse/rat won't bother us. I start walking away from the house. I'm careful of how I hold the bag, grabbing it lightly with my left hand. I don't want to get bitten, cause I might contract diseases. Eventually the mouse/rat almost escapes, so I just chuck the bag away.

Visa
I have left Indonesia and went back home to the Netherlands, together with my mom. Now I'm lying/sitting on an L shaped couch, when suddenly I realise I have a major issue. I didn't get stamped out of the country. That means I'll be slapped with an enormous overstay if I ever enter the country again. What are my options? Perhaps I can arrange it here? No, I think I need to go back to Indonesia and do so before my visa expires. I need to do it before the 18th of December. Daaamn this is going to be expensive. Right before Christmas too. Somewhere during all this, my friend San walks in and sits down on the couch. He asks me what's up and I tell him I'm kinda busy with figuring out this stamp thing. He asks me questions, but this is really not the moment for it. I'm flipping through my passport to find my latest visa and stamp. Some pages are semi see through, which they are not supposed to be. They have a blue colour. Their appearance is slightly similar to a MYR 1 bill, though darker blue.

Fragment
» I walk by a cupboard or something alike and see some pills for my friend Fer. It's her medication.

» I'm outside in the evening. I'm in a well known party street, I think on Bali. The place is deserted though. What the.. is it because it is a weekday? Nahh that shouldn't matter. Further down the road I do see something.

» My friend Fi asks me how I'm doing with the girls. I tell her nothing is going on.

» I'm a spectator. I see the tarmac of an airport from the side. Meanwhile I hear an explanation being given. There's a sort of rocket ship, with a plane attached on top of it. It's taking off, but at a slow pace. The explanation is that the Dutch rapper Sevn Alias has funded/invented this. It allows for a plane to take off cheaper and faster than with the currently accepted method. The rocket ship flies slowly above water, to my surprise dives in, resurfaces and then the plane detaches and takes off. The rocket ship stays put for a bit, before flying back, using vertical thrusters. That was.. an usual way to take off. Also, is Sevn Alias really already that rich that he can afford this?!

» This dream is all over the place. I'm near an airport and see an Indonesian girl working at an office. She's not satisfied with her job, because her boss gave a crazy assignment. She has to write a certain number of pages on a topic, which she considers a crazy amount. She is wearing a black skirt and a striped shirt. The office is open, as in no walls. Somehow the info reaches me that I will be taking a trip to Maluku. I think it's business, because it will be paid for. I look up flight information. The quickest flight has 1 stopover. The total flight time is 24 hours. What the hell?! It's quicker to fly back to the Netherlands. Also I think I will shit my pants if I have to fly for 24 hours, considering Indonesia's poor safety record.

» I'm sitting in my dormitory living room, together with a few guys. We're eating grapes. I take 3, one of them smaller than the other two. I start juggling them, to the amusement of the other guys.

» I'm in a street in the Netherlands. I'm in the old car of my ex' brother. I'm not sure what I did exactly anymore. Park it all over the place?

» It's night and I'm with my cousin and my little brother. My brother and I are inside a vehicle that's seems like a crossover between a double decker bus and a rolling restaurant. Downstairs is the 'restaurant' section, upstairs I think the bedrooms and what not. I've pretty much locked up for the night. My cousin shows up. We talk for a while. He's planning to go somewhere. I think I tell him to be responsible and don't stay out too late, or something along those lines. At the end of the dream the vehicle is out of control. It keeps moving down the street towards an intersection and no matter how hard I try to break, it keeps going. Eventually we collide with a car. Fuck.

If I dream about cars they rarely/never seem to have functional brakes.

I'm in one room together with my mom and Len, a Dutch friend. My mom is seated on a chair close to a wall. My friend is also seated on a chair. I'm either seated or standing up. I remember there being a window, showing daylight. My mom is talking on the phone in Dutch. I'm talking to my friend. I don't recall how, but we've come to the topic of politics. He asks me for my opinion on a specific aspect of the democratic system. I don't remember the exact question. I explain that I think that direct democracy was probably the best system in the days of the old Greeks, but that right now it can't work. I'm also not satisfied with the current system though. We end up discussing 18th - 19th century philosophers. My mom gets off the phone for a few seconds to say something. Mid sentence I say something like "yes mother, go ahead". I remember being satisfied with my ability to transition that smoothly. I don't remember if I was satisfied switching topics/attention so smoothly or switching languages. My mom says something like that she hopes I won't be discussing this all the time with her. I tell her that I will be on Flores, so not to worry. I focus on my friend again. I tell him that I've never been good at remembering what each philosopher was about. He tells me it's easy for him to remember.

I’m with my friends Sil and San. We’re going through an area that is either flooded or that is supposed to be a river. I look at a map on my phone (Google Maps?). We’ve still got quite a distance to cover. It doesn’t fully register with me in my dream, but we have several countries to cover. The map is nowhere near reality. I think we're near Italy and we're trying to get to the Netherlands, which is to the south-east on the map. There are two small islands in front of the coastline, near Haarlem. Wauw. Very accurate map.

Sil and I are sharing an inflatable boat, which doesn't seem that suited to hold 2 persons. I'm not sure anymore what San was doing. Swimming? I've got my backpack with me, with my phone in it. I'm quite afraid that the phone is gonna get drowned, cause this boat really is not dependable. We try to work something out with what little plastic bags we have. Again: not very dependable. At one point my phone does get soaked, but it is still functioning.

Some time later on, we're running. It seems to be the hash. Sil is ahead of me. We end up inside a house, with my family. Someone tells me that Sil is attempting to fix the phone through applying heat to it. Shit, no, she's gonna fry the inside! I run over before she destroys my phone. I realise then that I still have my phone, so which phone is she fixing? I take a look. I don't know which phone it is, but it seems both ruined and ok at the same time. There's melted plastic stuck to the outside. At this point my family starts speaking in Dutch about Sil, which she doesn't understand. They're tired of her stupidity. It's my mom, aunt, uncle and I think my little brother. I listen for a moment and then my uncle points out that I have an annoyed look on my face, probably cause I'm into her. I tell them that she's a friend and very kind, she's just clumsy. So I don't like that they are talking negatively about her. They agree to stop their conversation.

I'm in the Netherlands. It's a sunny day. I'm with my grandma and we're in an intercity train. The train consists out of a single wagon [this never happens in reality] and is taking the route that normally the tram would take. We pass my grandma's house. She doesn't want to get out at the nearest stop. Instead, she wants to continue. We pass another two stops that don't exist in real life. Eventually she lets me know that she wants to go into the city centre, meet up with someone and after that she will go home. Well if that's the case, I'd much rather go to her home straight away, considering I'm on crutches. We say bye and I get out at the next stop. I cross the street to the stop in the other direction. It is now something.54 and the train will be here in 1 minute. There's a woman on a bike who asked me a question about the train, I think about the departure time. There'a a bag of tissues somewhere near and I take a few to blow my nose. I can see the green/yellow snot in the tissue once I'm done. The train arrives and I get in. This one, for whatever reason, won't stop in front of my grandma's place. Great, means I have to walk longer. I consider where I want to get out. I see some car2go cars parked on the route. I'll just take one of those, perfect. It would be even more great if they were autonomous and I could just get one of them to pick me up.

Birds
I'm at my aunt's house together with my cousin. She has quite a collection of animals/pets. The only ones I can really recall are two parakeet looking birds in a white cage. One of them is yellow, the other blue/green. I take them out of their cage. The window is a little bit open, which concerns me, but since their wings have been clipped, they can't fly too far. I think there may have also been a ceiling fan which was turned on. The birds fly around a bit and eventually one of them does go out of the window and sits on the outside part of the window sill. I can't reach him, because the window is only opened at the top. Luckily the bird comes flying back in. There's also a point where the yellow bird just drops from high almost all the way to the ground. I catch it before it hits the ground. A bit later that bird starts having a nosebleed and my cousin asks me what I did. We both become worried. I tell her exactly what happened. Hmm, I guess this is what it's like for a human to be caught by a Transformer mid fall: too rough.

Flood
I'm at my mom's house. There's a flood on the balcony. At first it's ok, but eventually it does manage to enter the house through the closed balcony door. I ask my little brother and some other guy (my dormmate?) who is present in the house to help me out. I want to start scooping the water away with buckets. My plan is not to scoop here inside, but to scoop the water away from the balcony, so that it won't go inside anymore. It takes a while to convince the others to get into action. I myself need to get dressed first, as I think I just showered. I was still wearing a towel. By the time we spring into action, the water is already gone. I notice a bit later on that one of the neighbours on the floor above us is sweeping water from his balcony. Apparently the flood affected him as well. But how? The water level was not that high...

India
I've got an incoming call from my ex girlfriend. Unexpected. It's a whatsapp call and somehow it tags her location the same way that a statusupdate on FB would do. She's in India. The hell. For a moment I consider that India is not really the safest place for a woman to be on her own. I quickly find out that she's with her boyfriend though. Ok that's cool then. I don't remember what the conversation was about.

It's mostly fragments that I remember.

» I'm somewhere with a large crowd. It may be a bar. There's a band performing. The music is great and there's a lot of dancing going on. I'm loving it. I'm with some friends, though I can't recall who, besides my friend Sil. She is kinda annoying me. She wants to have my attention the whole time, but I feel like she is just stringing me along. She knows she's hot and wants the confirmation, but that's it. It's annoying me and I just want to enjoy the awesome music, so I ignore her. At one point there is a drum. It sounds great.

» There's some event inside a building. Perhaps inside the bar as well. There's quite a crowd, but in the middle there's a mostly empty circle. I can't see it clearly cause there are people in the way, but there's a game going on. Whoever manages to balance on one leg the longest wins.. something. There are now 4 people left. There's one white Dutch guy, dressed kinda hip-hop, who continuously switches legs, but always stays on one leg. After a while he decides that it's not worth it to compete for so long for this price. He gives in. There's something about his shoes. I think they are sneakers with wings on them.

» There's an inside area with lots of exactly the same objects. They are moveable. I use it to train some parkour. Two other parkour athletes show up and start getting in my way. I don't feel so comfortable anymore.

» There's some type of diving competition going on. A guy has made a jump from up high into a swimming pool, but he is not satisfied, so he wants to redo it. He has to climb up a wall out of the pool, leading to the platform. This is already his 4th or 5th attempt and he cramps up. He falls. The digital scoreboard displays a 37. I think that's the amount of cm he managed to get up, which is a bad score. His previous one way 1m something. I really hope for him that it's not 'last score counts'.

» I'm with my mom, sitting at the dinner table with her in her living room. For some reason we're having an argument. I really disagree with something she said. I think it was something that put me in a bad light.

Sultana phone
I'm in my mom's house, in her living room. It's still a bit dark. There's a bed and I'm lying on it. I'm using my phone. I just bought it off a family member for 200 (whichever currency) It's an iPhone which is slightly newer than my old 4S, but still not that new. It has the appearance of a Sultana cookie. The keyboard is messed up. There are different colours for groups of keys. There is a static part and then there is a dynamic part, where the letter that appears on the key depends on which letter was last typed. It seems to be a helpful prediction tool, but I hate the shit out of it. I need to change this setting later. A family member, not sure who, asks to borrow my phone so that he can text my cousin. Sure, hang on. I go to my whatsapp and then to our conversation. I also invert the colours back to normal. I hand over my phone. I move a bit down on the bed and my family member sits down, half on my chest. Dude! That's me your sitting on. He gets up. Heavy guy, I can still feel it in my chest. Next thing I walk to the kitchen with my phone, where my mom is. I show her my phone. Who thought of this design? This is not durable at all.

Promo girl
I'm in a big chain electronics store with my mom. There's some type of prize competition going on, where you can win stuff. My mom has a misprinted.. whatever it is. The moment the male employee (super polite) mentions this, she starts acting all greedy and demands a prize. It's embarrassing really. I drag her out of the store and give her a lecture. She wants to go back in again. I tell her that just because there was a misprint doesn't mean she can automatically claim a prize. She has her mind set on a microwave. I ask her what she would do with it anyway. We already have 2. What's the point? Stop acting like this. I drag her to a bench and sit her down. I continue lecturing her and point a folder in her face while doing so. Super rude, but necessary.

Shortly after, 2 or 3 cigarette promo girls pass [that's a thing in Indonesia]. The first girl is Liza from my old high school. She has a red/white/blue outfit. Next are 1 or 2 Indonesian girls in a red/white outfit. A girl approaches me. There are two people standing to my left, whom are part of my group, though I can't remember who they are. I believe they are female though, causing the girl to decide to try to approach me. The girl is now a white girl with dark blonde hair and very cute. She whispers something in my left ear. It takes me a few tries to understand it. First of all cause I was expecting Indonesian, second because my mom is blaring through it. After realising that the girl is speaking in Dutch, I somehow expected her to say something about Liza. Instead, she mentions that I give excellent parties. There is a party going on around us. I tell her that I'm not sure whether I should take the compliment or admit that it's not my party.

There were a few FA's where I made notes for this dream.

Also had a very disturbing dream where I saw my little brother eat his own poop just for fun. Nearly made me puke

Went to bed around 1am, woke up around 6am, stayed awake for a little bit and then went to sleep. Woke up again, fell asleep again shortly after.

I'm driving my motorbike around in Indonesia. It appears to be the city that I live in, though the architectural influences are definitely more Chinese (from the one building that I remember seeing). It was a traditionally red building. It had something written on the side, I think the name of the citizen, along with Barat [Indonesian for West]. I assume it to be the city hall for the western district of the city. I'm driving with a guy following me on his bike. I want to make a u-turn at one intersection, but I need to wait because the king of the Netherlands will pass shortly. I consider passing anyway, since traffic rules in Indonesia rarely apply, but I decide to wait. A guy comes by on some kind of shove cart, with another guy on it. This seems too low budget for the king. Both guys appear to have tanned skin and the king of the Netherlands is white.

I spot a white girl close to a wall. I instantly recognise her as a girl from my bachelor study, though her characteristic curly hair is now straightened. I start walking up to her and the moment she sees me she kinda goes "ugh". I start talking to her in Dutch. I tell her that she probably thinks I'm one of these foreigner hunting Indonesians [that's actually a thing], but that I recognise her from our studies. She asks me what that might be. I hesitate for a moment, pretending to think and then tell her the name of our bachelor. This opens her up a bit more and I think we talk.

Eventually we're walking with another white guy. He's sort of her mentor. He has brown hair, average length for a guy and perhaps glasses. I think he talks with a southern accent, Belgian even. He talks softly though, so I can't understand all that he's saying. The girl is walking to my left and he is even further left. At one point I switch places with the girl so that I can hear him better. He's talking about something intellectual. A fourth person joins us, a guy. Either that person or the girl starts signalling someone. I look and see that someone is going to use a pipe and blow darts to shoot the guy. I move to the right, out of harms way. The person doing the shooting is standing in plain sight a few metres away. I can see the trajectory of the darts. Miss. Miss. Miss. So many misses. At one point the person is standing so close that it's basically execution style and starts hitting the guy in the shoulder. After a while the guy with the darts just discards the pipe and starts spitting out darts with force, the way some people spit watermelon seeds. No way! Next thing my friend Veb is in a white cabrio that's parked and starts doing the same. Then they start shooting it from their fingers. I move in to punch Veb on the head from behind, but I miss. He looks at me and I know I'm fucked. I duck.

It's at this moment that I decide that I must be dreaming. I try and succeed to push my finger through my palm, giving off a slight sensation. I'm in the living room of my mom's house. The order of things is a bit blurry. Throughout the lucid I keep performing the same RC to stabilise myself, as well as looking at my hands. My little brother is present and he is annoying me. He's distracting me by making noise, making me fear to loose the lucid. At some point I decide to take some pictures of him while he's getting dressed and threaten to upload them to... idk. The television in the living room is also distracting me. It's showing Spongebob. I tell the tv to turn off, perhaps making a hand gesture as well. It does so. Sweet. I also shout several times that this is my dream and I want it to be stable, and similar commands. I think it actually worked for a bit. I think I shouted it in English, though perhaps also in Dutch. I wonder about what my real body is doing, but I decide fuck it if I'm screaming in reality too, though I'm probably not. I really shouted my commands the way a high rank in the military would. Loud and not even considering that they might not be adhered to. My mom comes into the living room and starts brushing her teeth, which makes quite a lot of noise. I first want her to stop, as I want to focus on creating a waterball, which is difficult cause I have no clue how to. I decide to take a different approach. I put my index and middle fingers to my temples and will myself to teleport. I can't really think of any place, so I just teleport to just outside the front door. It worked. The dream scenery isn't complete though. There are parts missing, kinda similar to when you go towards the edge too fast in a sandbox game and the game needs to load the rest of the map. I realise I just completed one of my dream goals by teleporting. I'm also probably lucid for longer than a minute by now, finally. I teleport once more, now down to the street. I don't know why, considering that the dream was already incomplete. It's here that I really start slipping away and eventually wake up. I performed the RC several times to check.

With Sil
I'm driving my motor with my friend Sil on the back. At some point we switch and she is driving. There is some weirdness going on for a moment, where there are suddenly two motorbikes and I am making a switch from one where I'm solo to getting on the back of the one she is driving. I think for a moment what to do with the discarded motorbike and then decide that it's all good. In my mind it's suddenly all solved. There's also something about the helmets. There's only 1? I don't know. We pull over at an Indomaret. I think it's already dark out. I park in the back and we walk past some friends, without talking to them. They've all got a junkie look on them. Wearing hoodies and pacing about in the dark area of the terrain.

Next thing Sil and I are at a Mexican looking restaurant. We sit down at a table. The floor is made of sand, which gives a nice vibe. Sil asks me to send a message to our whatsapp to let our friends know where the party is going to be at tonight. I remember the lady from the restaurant coming over to tell me the name of the restaurant. It's 4 words, in Indonesian. All I can remember is the last word, "Minyak" --> Oil. She calls me 'pinter' --> smart, for immediately figuring out how to spell it. I take a long time to craft the perfect message to the group, cause I want to make a joke. A few tables down is our friend Steve, who spots us. He joins us, sitting to my right side. For some reason I turn my head at one point, apparently hitting him in the face with my dreads. He complains about it. I let my hair down so it doesn't happen again. Sil asks what happened and I explain it to her.

Gas foot
I'm sitting at a table in a tiny restaurant. The setting is Indonesian. I'm with 5 others I think. I'm at one end of the table, at the other end is a guy who is apparently my friend. To my left is a girl. I'm not entirely sure, but I get the impression that it's my friend Fay. The others I can't recall. At another table is a guy, who seems a bit shady. He is Indonesian. We get to talking, though I don't remember whether it is in Dutch, English or Indonesian. It's about our ethnicity. I think he's not talking in Indonesian, cause he figures that most of us are half-half and don't speak it. I wonder what he thinks of me, considering that I'm not Indonesian. At some point he has a needle aimed at the base of his foot. It seems like he's going to shoot up. I can't look at this. To my left is my little brother. I don't want him to see this, as I don't want him to get any ideas. The guy takes a long time to do it, cause he's doubting himself as well. The needle is huge in its circumference. It turns out that he's not shooting up. He's doing it to let out gas from his body. The gas is the result of... don't remember.

Faulty brake
It's daytime. I'm driving a car in what seems to be the Netherlands. The steering wheel is on the left side. I think it is my mom's car. I enter a street with a dead end and some parking spots on both side of it. There's a supermarket here. I try to park for what feels like 5 minutes, just failing and failing. First I use the sidewalk to get past 2 cars which are blocking the street. I find some parking spots, but they're all marked with blue lines and a wheel chair. Handicapped spots. Damn. At one point I consider just standing on the spot for a moment, cause it's just going so ridiculously bad. I go back a bit down the street again and find some parallel parking spots. There's 3 in a row, all empty. I try to park, but even here I mess up. I can't get it between the lines. I use the handbrake and the footbrake at the same time, yet the car keeps moving. Eventually it just moves all the way backwards into a container or something, coming to a standstill. While it was moving backwards I realised that this is too messed up to be real. Plus, a car with faulty brakes has happened more often in my dreams. I don't even care what happens to the car anymore. I focus on pushing the index finger of my right hand through my left hand. There's one second where nothing happens and then it suddenly sinks in. Cool! The tip of my index finger emerges on the other side and I wiggle it a bit. I'm not sure if I should keep it there to make it easier to remain stable, or if I should move it out again. I do the latter. This is the first moment that I become aware of the car radio playing music. I make a gesture with my right hand to turn off the sound and it works. Sweet! Now, to summon a fireball to win my bet with werty52. I become anxious for a few seconds at most and suddenly I'm awake in my bed. I didn't RC to check if it was a FA.

I used to push my finger from my left hand into my right hand. I switched it the other way around about 4 days ago.
My bet with werty52 is actually to conjure up a waterball.

Fragments
» I'm in front of a hospital or something. I just arrived by car. There's someone else with me. My mom? I'm supposed to see the doctor, but I can't recall why. There's a railing in front of the hospital and I decide to bust some parkour moves. I do a few vaults, one of them going ridiculously bad. Guess my muscle memory has 'forgotten' these moves, cause I haven't done it in so long. I should practice them again. Not now though.

» There's a very trippy fragment from something happening out in the universe. Two of my friends / people I was with had to kill themselves to go back to the normal dimension.

Break out
I'm inside a police station. We've just been arrested for.. dunno. We're in a group. The woman in our group gets escorted to a cell with a glass door that says VIP and looks freaking fancy. Damn. She's escorted by a female cop (wearing a hijab I think and middle eastern style outfit). They start struggling as the woman tries to escape. In the end we all break out. I go by every door, checking if there's someone who might go after us. I have a gun.. a gas gun (or something). It's supposed to knock people out, but it doesn't do much. I still use it anyway. There's only one person in one of the rooms who I know. Kristen, my classmate. I ask her if she will snitch on me. She says she has no clue where I'm going cause we never hang out, cause she thinks I'm crazy and this just proves it. Thanks! She knows exactly where I'll go. Indonesia. I give her a quick hug and run out. We've only got half the crew assembled, cause the other half didn't get arrested. We need to get to them. Someone wants to make a call to them. I tell him not to, cause it may be traced. We walk for a bit (not the mad dash you'd expect from having just escaped police custody). We end up passing my old high school. Two police cars and a third, not police car but looking official, pass by. I turn my head and pretend to be talking to my friends. One of them tells me that I can tell the story that I was trying to tell. As soon as the cars have passed I explain that I didn't have shit to tell. I just wanted to hide my face from the cops. Let's get to the rest of the crew. It's my cousin, her husband and kids.. and an old man.

No Vaseline
It's daytime. I'm somewhere outdoors in a hilly area. There's a survival camp type of activity going on. I'm with quite a group of people. Someone is instructing us on how to pass the course / do all the exercises. At one point there are pull ups or dips and the instructor can't decide for a moment in which way we'll do them. He decides on convict style [not sure if that's a real thing, but that's what he called it]. The instructor is a friend of mine, Frank. At some point Hillary Clinton is also present. I'm aware of the fact that we've all paid her IDR 50,000 to participate in this. I'm discussing a bit with my friends about whether she's making money off this or if she is breaking even. There is one dude who doesn't seem to get what to do, so he'll get more instructions later. We're standing near a railing, I think made out of wood, watching the events unfold a bit below us. In the meantime I'm rapping along with Ice Cube's No Vaseline, which I can hear from somewhere. There's one line that is incorrect, but I dismiss it. Then my favourite line in the song is incorrect, which makes me go like 'what the..' I start looking around to determine the source of the song. There's a group of guys chilling at a picknick table behind me, with a big speaker next to them. Motherf... My friend asks me what's up. I tell him that they have the shitty version. Somewhere along this dream I talk to Kristina, asking her whether she has learned to sing yet. There's another girl, though I don't know who, who is supposedly also my friend. She wants to learn to ride a motorcycle. I tell them to do some type of challenge to learn it within one year.

I could actually hear the song, instead of just knowing the sound was there.

Movie
It's Tuesday and I'm supposed to meet my project group for a movie. The dream is confusing a bit. The movie will be in another city. I've been negotiating with my mom for a bit, and for some reason I will pick her up at my grandma's place or in that city. At one point it seems like I will go to the movie with Jorn. That can't be right. I haven't talked to him in forever. Project group, right. The movie title was just one word, but I forgot what it was. I can't find the movie in the programme though. Hey.. but I already paid my classmate to buy the ticket. I ask a question about it in the whatsapp group. Ow yeah.. the movie got cancelled because there was not enough audience and we're getting a refund.