Emnition

I didn't really feel like writing today Sorry if this is a bit unreadable.

Fragments
» I'm in a restaurant with my mom and a lot of other people at our table. We're with at least 8 people. We're there for lunch I guess. At least not for dinner. The prices in this place are ridiculous. I think I'm not really hungry... At some point some more people join

» I'm entering a minivan. There are at least 2 girls in there which I know, as well as some other people. One of them tells me that I smell. Well obviously! I wanted to shower but the shower was occupied.

» I'm somewhere alone with my girlfriend, watching a movie. She decides to sit on my lap and kiss me. She makes a comment about me still trying to watch the movie while kissing. I decide not to watch, but to listen instead. At some point later on she says she missed something in the film.

» Something to do with a train or a train station.

» I've entered a building, or I'm standing in front of it. It's already evening. I'm not sure what it is exactly that I'm doing. It has something to do with KPN [telecom provider]. My bike is parked here, as well as my moped and the motorcycle I just arrived on. Either the bike or the moped falls over. I place them somewhere where they won't fall easily.

» I'm in the house where I used to live in Indonesia. I'm talking with one of the Dutch girls who's living there right now. There's a guy present who I believe is also Dutch.

Chess theft
It's daytime. I'm driving around the city I used to live in, in Indonesia. There's nothing about it that looks like that city, I just know that I'm in that city. I'm with a couple of friends first. We all have our own moped/motorcycle. I feel like the same thing happens twice: we split up at a certain point, leaving me with Daniel. The roads are empty most of the time. I feel like we are driving through a shopping street at some point, where you're supposed to walk. We stop at a small shop. There's a motorcycle inside. I think that's what's caught Daniel's attention, though I'm not sure at what point Daniel turned into someone else. He sits down on a barstool in front of the shop, takes a pad of receipts from the shop and a pen and starts writing some info down. One of the two ladies running the shop tell him he can't do that. He keeps doing it anyway, not even bothered by their protests. At some point it's now my Indonesian friend. She knows just a few Dutch words, mostly swear words and she starts talking to the shopladies that way. I intervene quickly and tell them that she has no clue what she's saying and knows just a few words. She's very proficient in using those few swearing sentences she knows. I try to make her say a sentence she hasn't practised yet, to prove to the shopladies that she isn't Dutch and this is all a big misunderstanding.

I'm riding again. Not sure if it's still Daniel or already Sven who I'm with. We ride through a supermarket. At some point he has a car. I'm thinking to myself how stupid it is to have a car in this city. It's totally not convenient with all the traffic jams. But for now it's fine. I'm driving a semi-automatic motorcycle. I feel that I'm shifting gears with my foot every few seconds. We drive on the left side of the road, as we should. We go through some corners and end up at a sort of junkyard. It's definitely Sven who I'm with now. We enter the junkyard. It's inside a dim warehouse. There are a lot of racks divided over different aisles like a supermarket, all filled with oversized chess pieces. Somehow Sven steals some, despite their size. I walk away to another aisle. If he gets caught I can at least say I'm innocent.

A kind of cat and mouse game ensues, with Sven hiding from the owner and the owner suspecting, but not being sure that someone is in there, taking his things. I talk with the owner to distract him. His name is Ivar or Ivan. There are 2 pawns on the ground. Very small ones. One is purple and is made from furry material. I hand it to him. I also hand him the other one, though I don't recall what that one looks like. We talk some more and he hands me a USB stick which has the shape of an envelope. I recognise it and he allows me to have it. Nice! I still needed one. I walk outside. Sven tells me I did a shit job in there. I tell him I managed to distract Ivan/Ivar, so he should be happy.

Mind your language
I'm at my grandma's house, in her living room. There's a salmon/light brown couch, which is standing somewhere where it doesn't belong in reality. I'm with my mom, aunt, girlfriend and 2 cousins of 1 y/o and 4 y/o. My mom and aunt are sitting on the couch, on the left side. It feels as if we all slept on the couch. My mom starts asking me questions about the way my girlfriend rested her head on the couch. I have a suspicion that my mom is asking because of a dent in the couch. I become annoyed, because she's purposefully asking the questions in Dutch so that my girlfriend won't understand, instead of asking my girlfriend directly in English. Because I don't know the answers to my mom's questions I ask my girlfriend in Indonesian. My 1 y/o cousin comes close to us. My girlfriend is an enormous fan of little kids and starts playing with my cousin. I think at one point he stood on the coffee table as well.

Running
I'm walking in a massive hall. The type you would find in a public building. I don't recall there being anyone else. I start going faster and faster and suddenly realise something is wrong with the gravity. I'm running by making very big steps and coming of the ground for a short moment during each step. With every consecutive step I stay airborne a bit longer. I instantly realise that I'm dreaming. By now I'm already flying. I remember that I told myself that I would look at my hands to stabilise, which I do. I raise my hands in front of my face and I can feel them going up. The sensation is so strong that it feels as if I'm raising my hands in reality as well.* I have my eyes closed, but at the same time I can see my hands moving into my field of vision.° I don't feel the dream becoming any more stable. I alternate between enjoying the fact that I'm flying and trying to stabilise, because I know the dream will be over soon. I make peace with the fact that it's going to destabilise.

*My sense of touch is often lacking in dreams. I've even been electrocuted without feeling a thing.
°I read an article a while back that said you are able to 'see' your hands, even if it is completely dark.

Hotel
This dream is not gonna make sense to anyone reading it. Sorry about that
I'm outside during the day I believe, at a sort of tribune together with my girlfriend. I was far away enough from her that I seriously thought that it was weird that she managed to touch me with her foot. We were messing with each other a bit. Eventually I decide it's time for me to go take a shower.

Now I'm in a big hotel. There are some massive open spaces about. The details aren't clear to me anymore. The hotel is quite dimly lit. It seems everyone is here for the same event, though the event doesn't become important until later. The only persons I distinctively recall are my 20 y/o male cousin and later on a German classmate.

I find a shower somewhere that says it's mixed: men, women and transgenders. I go in and there are at least 2 shower cabines with glass doors, both unoccupied. I think I put something down and then walk out again because I didn't bring the stuff I needed. I walk out a glass door which has a T on it, I assume for transgender.

I've been to some different places in this massive hotel. I think I might've seen a swimming pool as well. I cannot for the life of my find the shower again though. Only a women's shower. At some point I'm walking along a corridor and to the left of me I see what might be a shower. Nope.. just 3 Indonesian toilets. They're dirty as well. At some point I still haven't showered and check the time. I think this is almost around the same time as that I see my German classmate. I have an analogue watch on my wrist.* There's about 40 minutes left until it's 7 pm and the wedding starts. I need to be ready by then. But we also have an exam at 7 pm. Both are in the hotel. Damn, I'm never gonna make it. I still need to study as well.

It's dark outside and I'm in the tram in the middle of the city. I'm trying to get back to the hotel. I believe I'm travelling with someone. We have no clue how to get back to the hotel. We can't even remember the name. We ask someone if that person knows how to get there and we start pondering on the name. Sounds like... no not that.. we think hard about it.

*The last time I wore a watch was months ago.

London
This dream feels so related (like a sequel) to the previous dream that I'm not sure this was a new dream or if it continued.
I know that I'm in London, though I can't recall how I know this for sure. I'm outside during daytime. I don't believe I'm alone, though I don't know who I'm together with. I start negotiating with a man on the price for renting a moped. This feels very Indonesian to me. We're sitting on a tram while doing so. In the mean time I call one of my classmates. I ask him something about where he is and about our campus. This is somehow relevant to whether I want to rent this moped and how desperate I am. For a moment the scene switches and I'm able to see him talking on the phone to me, as well as the setting he is in. He is with at least 1 of our classmates, perhaps even more. The scene switches back. We're at my stop and I quickly need to get out. I have a big travel backpack with me, in which I've stowed another bag. There's another bag on the floor. I wonder if it's the moped guy's bag or mine. I exit the tram, together with a different German classmate I think. I haven't paid the fare.

I enter a different tram. I feel guilty for not paying the fare and I want to. There's a PSA about paying fares and about being an ass if you don't pay it. I'm standing in the tram. I'm with 1 or 2 persons who are seated. I'm standing near the cabin of the conductor. I think there are two. One of them is a white woman who is about to start checking for tickets. I mess around my wallet looking for €2,-. I uncover a big amount of candy though and offer her some. We end up talking in a fencing kind of way. We make snappy comments and try to best each other, but it's a lot of fun.

Subway
I'm sitting on the subway. There are other people too, but I'm travelling solo. We're at an underground station, reaching a platform. We pass the platform and circle back to the other side. I see Anthony standing on the platform whom I haven't seen for a very long time. The subway doesn't come to a complete stop. I just jump off. There's an object in the subway that stood out to me, but I'm not so sure what it is. My best guess would be a yellow mechanical clock. I walk up to Anthony from behind. I'm just in time to see him land a sideflip. He turns around and we greet each other.

I'm in a small supermarket, it's just a few square metres. I think I'm still inside the subway station and this is a To Go supermarket. I think it's the brand Plus, though in reality I don't believe they have a To Go supermarket. There are two or three employees inside the shop. As far as I can remember all white guys. Teenagers or early twenties. There's another white guy in the same age range, a customer. He's asking for the AH, a different supermarket which does have a To Go shop and which you'll find in/near some stations. Someone tells him where to find it, though I'm not sure if it's one of the employees. I myself was thinking that if I was the employee I'd try to sell him something.

At the exit of the shop I'm with AJ, a freerunner. We move through a small area, supposedly parkour style, though in reality it's more like we're moving about from a low squat position and using our arms to hold onto something and then swing forward.

Somehow this feels like it's part of the same dream. I'm working behind my laptop on something anime related, though I don't remember where I am. The programme I'm working in somehow feels similar to an Adobe programme, in that it feels very professional. I think it's an anime related game. There are 3 things for which I can change the settings. One has to do with an anime girl and the particular sound she makes. I open this setting and I click around on a map that's heavily pixelated and not much more than different shades of pink and salmon. The spot on the map where I click influences her talking. I've clicked near Tokyo (there's nothing about this map that makes it spatial, I just know it's Tokyo), though the indicator seems to have a mind of it's own and moves away a couple of times.

Pool. Swimming pool.
I'm at a swimming pool, nothing spectacular, just a regular rectangular one. I can't recall whether it is inside or outside. There's the normal amount of light you'd expect when in a swimming pool. I'm not so sure if I'm myself. This dream is James Bond related. I might be him. There's a woman with him/me in the pool. Somehow I'm under the impression that she's fully dressed in black. They go underwater from one end to the other end. She has a snorkel which she shares. There's something about a kid in the water. He needs to die? Or he serves as a distraction, I'm not so sure. Either way I (no longer connected to JB) jump in to help the kid.

Housemate
I'm with my housemate Karen in a room. The room isn't identical to any of the rooms in the house in reality. I think there's a grey carpet though, just like in my room. There's a mattress laid out on the floor and my mini fridge is also placed on the ground, though not in the corner. I want to put on some music, using my iPhone. I use YouTube and in my mind I've selected a Reggae Trap mix. I give my phone to Karen. I'm a little surprised and I think it's a little odd when instead I hear the album Invasion by Savant being played. I quickly let it go though.

At some point Karen is laying down on the mattress, with her head near where I'm sitting. I sorta crawl over to get something out of the fridge, though I don't remember what. Karen places her hands on my crotch, over my pants. I don't consider this dream like strange, just regular strange and ask her what she's doing, reminding her that we're both in a relationship. That doesn't stop her. Despite me not physically protesting, it doesn't feel like I'm morally doing something wrong.

I'm standing outside near a small building. I distinctively recall the reddish/brownish bricks I'm doing something on my iPhone. I believe selecting music. I'm standing a few metres away from the backdoor to my student home, which in reality should lead to a balcony. The door is open. I think it's a dark green door with glass in it. I can hear Karen talking to another girl. It's about her moving out to find a place together with her boyfriend. I think of how quick that is, considering that they've been together for just a few weeks. One of the two says that'll free up some space in the kitchen. They come outside. First I thought she was talking to another one of our housemates, but it's a friend of hers. I realise it may seem like I was eavesdropping.

I'm in a different house, but somehow it feels like part of the same dream. I'm in a living room with Anthony and some other people. I think the door to the outside is open and some people are in the garden. It feels like a sort of goodbye. Anthony hugs a dark skinned girl who is playing the guitar while standing. Somehow she manages to continue playing with Anthony hugging her.

Mom...
I'm in my room at my mom's house, sitting behind my desk. It's located exactly the way it is in reality. My tv is on the desk (my little brother didn't miss a beat to put it in his room after I moved to a student home), as well as my laptop and... a very tiny laptop? I'm working on something and using my tv as a second screen. I don't think I'm using a cable to connect them though. My laptop screen itself is black. I use the mini laptop as another screen. I believe it's running on Windows XP, which makes it all the more strange that it instantly connects to my laptop, despite this being the first time connecting them and me not selecting which screen to use. It's as if it knew what to do. I think of how stupid it is though to use this very small laptop screen when my own laptop screen is much bigger but turned off.

My mom enters my room. She is mad at me for leaving the tv on the whole day. I argue with her that I didn't do that. She holds her hand out a few centimetres in front of the tv. She starts shouting that it's hot so I must've left it on the whole day. We move to my brother's room. I tell her how ridiculous she is and that there are at least 3 reasons why she's wrong. I decide not to mention them to her. Instead I mention that I'm her go to guy when it comes to technology, so she shouldn't pretend to know anything about technology related stuff.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Fragment: Theoretical
My exam period is coming up, so I've spent most of my day studying. As I drift off to sleep, thoughts about what I studied today come to me. It's a highly theoretical subject. I'm not a 100% sure, but it definitely feels like I was dreaming instead of just thinking. I remember being impressed that [..?] knows all of these things and knows how to explain it [my course material]. I don't remember there being any images. Not real sounds either. Just.. thoughts. Something abstract. Fits well with the abstractness of the course material

Dream 1: Washing the laptop
I'm standing in front of a kitchen sink. I'm doing the dishes, except it's my laptop that I'm washing. It looks exactly like it should look. First I'm scared for a moment (my laptop is wet!), but then I quickly start to believe that's totally fine. It's still functioning, it's turned on. It should be turned off while I'm washing it though, for safety reasons.

Dream 2: Languages
I'm with one of my best friends, an Asian guy. He's really into animes, to the point where he has learned a little bit of Japanese from them. I see a couple of books on his bookshelf. One set is about learning Japanese. The other.. I believe Korean. They all look similar, as if they're from the same series of books, but on different languages. I'm quite surprised by the fact that he's learning 2 languages at once. Also by the fact that he's learning Korean. I didn't know he cared for the language.

Dream 3: Amusementpark
I'm with my girlfriend, somewhere outside during the day. The weather is slightly depressing, a bit dark. We're near a station. We're going to take what looks like a subway. I have to help her climb into it, as the entrance is just an opening perhaps a metre of the ground.

We are in the amusementpark, inside a shop or another building. We've decided to stick together with a girl and a guy. Not so sure what's going on right now. We're having fun, that's for sure. I think at one point we decide to rent bicycles.

Dream 4: Wacky village
It's dusk and I'm on the streets of a weird village. There is no electricity. Or any other type of modern convenience it seems. I do see an electric motorcycle driving, which makes me wonder where he gets his electricity from. Perhaps he needs to go out of the village for it. I pass two people who are sitting at a round(?) table on a sidewalk. I ask them a time related question. Something along the lines of how they know that X is open or how they know if it's Sunday if there's no way to tell time. One of them replies that every villager asks themselves if the synagogue is open today. But there is no synagogue here? Yes exactly. I find the whole experience strange and can't make much sense of it.

EDIT: remembered another dream

Dream 5: Bars
I'm hanging out in a bar with a couple of my Dutch friends who I met in Indonesia. Something tells me that we're in Indonesia right now. I talk to the bartender in Dutch or English and this feels odd, because I'm not talking in Indonesian. The bar we are in changes at least 1 one time. At one point I see everything as if I'm watching a video, seeing myself hanging at the bar, with some friends. At the end of the dream I walk away from the bar, and perhaps 5 people make a certain move, all together at the same time, as if they're dancing. One of my friend is sat on a barstool and doesn't join in on the movement. The view sorta zooms in on her face and the way the colours of the disco reflect on it. She is sat perfectly still, staring up into the distance.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1: Tiny captives
A girl (my gf?) and I are tiny creatures held captive by a regular sized person I believe. We think he's a real asshole. He keeps us in what looks like a sort of small fridge. We meet another small creature there. We plan our escape. The girl and I go first. I cup my hands and am holding an orange gooyie liquid. Part of our escape. The guy that's keeping us captive (not sure but I think a white guy with a stubble beard and black nerdy plastic glasses) looks at me. I stay still for a moment. He ignores me. Ok on to the next room. We can't manage to continue there. I have to accomplish something on a macbook, but I'm fighting to correctly size the window. In the mean time the guy notices our escape. We have written a letter or something alike on the macbook, which needs to be finished. Remotely, the guy deletes a portion of the 2 page document. I delete a portion of him, hampering his attempt to catch us. Why do we always have bad luck. I open my black backpack. It's filled with a clear block of ice. Not a neatly cut one, but more natural. There are also 2 or 3 pairs of shoes in there. Ours and the basterd. Lets keep those and sell them. Or give them to a homeless person and make a picture.

Dream 2: Taekwondo
I have taught a girl some taekwondo moves. I specifically recall teaching her about backside and frontside kicks. At the end, she has a match. She doesn't implement my techniques perfectly, but it's not bad. Not black belt material though.

Her moves have in actuality not that much to do with taekwondo

Dream 3: Dreadful dreads
I'm with a guy who is having a look at my dreads. He tells me that the person who does my dreads has messed them up real bad. It looks horrible. He tells me I should be selective in who I allow to do my dreads. I tell him I looked for the best back in Indonesia and that my friend recommended that person. He retouches a few dreads at the front, to show me what he can do. Ideally he'd cut them off and start over. He tells me to let him know if I wanna continue with him. We're on the bus. He walks to the front to exit. It's only now that I really have a look at him. A dark skinned guy (reminds me of Alfredo from the serie Elementary) with dreads that are very long, but he's got them in a bundle with a hairtie. My girlfriend is next to me. I tell her I should go to a lot of different guys to ask them to demonstrate their skills. In the end: free dreads!

Fragment
» I'm at a trainstation with my girlfriend. Not sure where we're going. The system is unlike any I've ever seen. I have to make sure we take the right train.

Normally I don't analyse my dreams that much, but the dreads and the train seem connected to me. As in having to make a choice about what to do with them. I've been doubting about what to do with them for a while now.

» The setting looks a bit Indonesian. It's daytime and I'm not taking part, I'm just witnessing this as if I'm watching tv. A brown skinned, muscular young guy surprises a bit of an older woman by giving her a hug from behind. This is his preschool and he's come by for a visit, or he ended up here by accident.

Dream 4: Contacts
I'm going through my phone, through my contact list. I'm surprised to see that I have the number of a girl I met in Indonesia, who I didn't talk to that much. I look at her (Whatsapp?) picture. She is wearing skates. It feels like the picture expands 1 or 2 times or changes a bit to give me more info. There's a low wall next to her, with a rail. She grinded the rail and just landed. That's why she is in this weird position so low to the ground. A girl who I don't recognise makes fun of me for looking at the picture. I continue. There's the name of a girl I went out with once. Holy shit she looks amazing. She has a thin black.. Shirt, top? Upperbody covering fabric, let's keep it at that. She's sitting on I think a barstool, holding her hands above her head. It causes her boobs to have a weird shape, cause she is not wearing a bra. But holy shit are they big!

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1: Driving
I'm driving my old moped. I've got my Indonesian classmate on the back. We're going to the train station. She handles navigation but is not too good with left and right. It's mostly a curvy road with just a few options to go left or right. Ahead of us we see her [so she's there twice] going to the left on her bicycle, while the train station is on the right. I mention that that is what happens when you leave navigation to her. Luckily I know the way a bit. Just before the end there is a small uphill part. I struggle with it, as if I'm bicycling instead of using my moped. As soon as I'm on top I smoothly park to the right side, just left of an orange beat down motorcycle. Another Indonesian classmate and one of my best friends show up with another moped and park to the left of me. I open the seat of my moped and allow for them to put their helmets in. My helmet is too big to fit, but my classmate and my friend can easily stuff their helmets in there.

Fragment
» It's daytime and I'm sitting on the couch with my girlfriend. On the right side of us is my little brother. My girlfriend and I get a little bit flirty. On the left is another block of houses. There's a dude with an afro who spots us and says something. I think it's about something sports related, though I don't remember what exactly.

» It's daytime and I'm riding a bicycle, with someone on the back. Perhaps my girlfriend. I'm going through a neighbourhood and a part of the road has been blocked for construction work. I take another route.

» Still daytime. Walking outside, I think with some friends. We pass an intersection where a car accident has happened.

» I'm having a fight with my mom, though I don't remember what the fight was about.

Dream 2: Leaking
» Daytime again. I'm sitting in a public transportation bus with one of my best friends. It's just us and the bus driver. There is a pipeline similar to that of a sprinkler system on the left side of the bus, near the ceiling. It's leaking in several places, causing gas to come out. I mention that it's dangerous as fire is put out by taking away oxygen, exactly what this system does. I turn one of the handles to close it, but this just increases the pressure on a different leak. I don't wanna close them all, afraid of what all the build up pressure will do. In the end we exit safely. I remember the bus driver having brown hair, almost shoulder length. With curls. [aka: he had a mullet].