Emnition

Condom hunt
I'm in the east part of Amsterdam. It seems to be the EvS street. I'm in a hotel with my ex, F. We've just had sex and are ready for round two. We have one condom left and she messes it up. She unwraps the condom and rolls it down instantly, now leaving us to fidget with it. We try to make the best of it, but it doesn't work. We end up making our way downstairs. I'm not sure what she's doing anymore, but I go out on to the street. It's nearly 22:00, meaning nearly closing time for the shops. I attempt to find some condoms. I look for them in two different supermarkets. It's surprisingly difficult to find some. I end up staying until closing time. At first I think I've found some, in various quantities. There's some packages that contain just way too many for me and are also quite expensive. I settle on just a few. When I've made up my mind, a change occurs. When I open the boxes, it turns out that there are no condoms inside. Instead, there are things like hair conditioner. I came close to buying the wrong thing. I end up leaving the store, not having bought anything.

Outside on the street, I see a man from the back. He's not wearing a shirt. His small of the back stands out, because it is somehow shaped well / looks good.

At some point while I was in the supermarket I was asking myself something along the lines of: "am I really going to do this? Have sex with my ex? I have a girlfriend". I decided it was ok to do this, because this is just a dream.

Renovating
I'm in my mom's city in the Netherlands. There are renovations going on throughout the whole city. I'm happy and feel like it's great that there's so much being done to improve the city. I'm in a street, where in this dream I eat all the time. I'm kinda tired of eating here all the time, I want to eat somewhere else. I use a scooter and am accompanied by two guys in a car. We enter a T intersection, coming from the right. Very last second, when I've almost crossed the intersection, we decide to turn left. It's kinda shady, dangerous and I nearly hit another scooter. I keep driving though. The other guy is not very pleased and comes after me for a bit. I drive off again while performing a wheelie. I do my best not to overdo it. I manage to keep in control. I'm nearing a bridge and decide to drive on both wheels again. It turns out to be a good decision, as the bridge is under renovation. A part of it is just gone and had I not seen a sign and stopped, I would've driven straight into the water, as there are no barriers.

Fertility clinic
I'm in some type of fertility clinic. I'm the only guy in a waiting room, together with a group of girls. The person who will lead the tour comes in. Somehow I know he's French Canadian. His English is good, though there may have been a slight French accent. He gives us a tour, showing us around some outdoor area with lots of pipes and tubes and such. It's all a bit dirty and it's abandoned. I wonder how this relates to the surgery. Surely they won't perform the surgery in such an environment. I have to duck to pass underneath a tube which is obstructing my path. I ask the 'tour leader' a question. It's one sentence and I asked it in Indonesian. I get a reply back. It's to do with in which direction to continue.

My friend Alif is present as well. We continue walking. I think at this point there's at least one other guy, who may be hitting on her for a bit in an obnoxious manner. We pass a building where Alif and I may have been before and she asks me if that building is that particular building. We start walking back, using a different route. We walk down some stairs and then past a point with spiders. Spiders that I've only ever seen in Indonesia. I go 'fuck it' and just go through the path.

We're in a living room situation now, with the whole group. I'm sitting on a couch. Alif is sometimes on the twin bed, sometimes next to it. She is topless by now. I find that surprising, considering that she is prudish. Her breasts are much smaller than you'd expect from having her seen with clothes on. I bet she uses a padded bra. At one point, while she is on the bed, her face has turned into that of another friend, Jacinta. I notice that it's different, but I don't end up performing a RC. The tour leader is performing a final briefing. In the mean time, there's another French Canadian sitting on the couch to my left. It's a man who I suppose is in his 40s. He's got a strong French accent and is telling me stories I don't find very interesting. It's to do with the Dutch involvement in certain central African countries during the colonial era. I spot some signs on the wall. The tour leader is clearly practicing his Indonesian, as he has written some translations to/from French on some cardboard on the wall. There's a different.. thing.. on the wall. A poster or something similar, with a text on it. It starts out in Dutch but switches over to English. It's a warning, presumably to black people, not to get on a boat. It's not mentioned, but I assume it is because they will end up as slaves. The tour leader gives the final price for the surgery. € 690, instead of € 800 something. Most of the girls start chattering and making sounds, because they feel like it's quite expensive. I was already very uncertain about whether I wanted to proceed with this, but now I'm certain I shouldn't. I mean, I'm single and I'm travelling a lot. That's no life to raise a kid. My friend Alif shouldn't do it either. She's practically a kid herself. I have shorts on and now I start looking for my pants. There's a pair of jeans nearby on the floor. Are those mine? Did I even wear long pants? There's a black leather wallet on top. I give it a peek and it's my wallet. Then it must be my jeans as well. I start putting them on, when one or a few spiders start appearing from the pants. I freak out and it wakes me up.

I have a FA and start typing out dream notes on my phone. The phone that I'm using during this FA is the one I recently bought in real life.

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 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.

I hate this game
It feels like I’m playing a very realistic game. It starts with me and some other guy being stuck in a run down room about the size of a smallish bedroom. The walls are grey from dirt or whatever. There's also a small dog. In the corner is a messed up wooden door with a padlock on it. On the other side of the room is a dark hallway that will lead us to who knows what. There's one more door, to a storage closet or something. The guy enters the hallway to explore. On the other side of the door I can see an older man. I think he has a tanned skin. He definitely has some dreadlocks, though I think not all of his hair is dreads. For a moment I wonder if there is some understanding between us. I vaguely feel a connection. I open the door to the storage and accidentally hit the dog, who was just digging for something it seems. It seems like he's found something. The dog has found a tiny hidden space in the ground, which contains a key. I use it to open up the padlock. I think at first the door doesn't open yet, but eventually it's wide open or it has disappeared. This happens while I'm on the other side of the room. The man starts using blow darts to shoot at me. He doesn't shoot me directly. The darts ricochet off the walls 3 times before getting to me. He doesn't always hit me, but it's scary enough. A few times I get hit on the back, which hurts. I grab a large bamboo pole from the closet and attempt to scare him off. It works a bit. I follow him outside. I know I should be waiting for the other guy, as I shouldn't leave him behind, but... The man has upgraded to actual bow and arrow now. He's perhaps 5 metres away from me. I need to cover this distance fast if I don't wanna die. I smack the bamboo pole around, trying to distract him and throw him off balance.

Attack
I'm sitting in a tram in Amsterdam, as obvious from the lay out of the tram and the blue / grey colours. To my right is my girlfriend. We're sitting sideways, on the left side. Somewhere in front of me (so on the right side of the tram) is a black guy about my age, with a backpack. I've got a bad feeling that he's gonna be shooting up a lot of people, though I don't remember why. I think I saw a gun. I'm not sure whether I should say something. In the mean time I'm still trying to figure out where I need to go, using my girlfriend's white iPhone SE. She mentions a stop and I hope she's wrong about it. I quickly unlock her phone with the finger scanner. Damn. She's right. This is also the place where I suspect the guy will start shooting. He and some other people have already exited. I can loudly hear the first two shots. My girlfriend wonders what it is. I immediately tell her to hit the floor. A few seconds later we run to the back exit and to the other side of the tram stop. There are still people just sitting there, unaware. I see the guy again. By now he's moved close to a grass field behind the tram stop. At this point I get separated from my girlfriend. I think I leave her behind, though I'm not sure why. The guy is still shooting people and I'm getting way too close. I hit the ground, pretending to be dead, but doing a shitty job at it. I still crawl around a bit. Is that.. yep, that's dog poop quite close to me. I think I can also feel some underneath me. Fuck. I take on some more dramatic positions to make the guy think I'm dead, though I've crawled already. He's shouting something which seems to be aimed at me. That he'll shoot me too I think. For the time being he seems to be focused mostly on getting other people. He shoots a bit in my direction, but not with real intent to kill. I can't help but wonder if this is a form of solidarity cause we're both black. At this point the dream kinda happens several times, or it is just my imagination running wild. He runs out of bullets and needs to reload. I get up, dash over and tackle him. I sit on his chest and pummel his face. He's still got a grenade in his left hand though. Hope he doesn't blow me up with him, or throws it down my shirt or something like that. I see all these things happening, but none actually happens. In the end I've pretty much beaten the guy to death. In the aftermath I (as the other black guy) end up being mistaken for him and getting arrested. Surely there must be witnesses around who can state my innocence.

Now for some lightheartedness: I'm.. at home? I guess. I've got a magazine which the AH [Dutch supermarket] mailed to me. It's still wrapped in plastic. They've included a live hamster or guinea pig or a similar rodent. It's in the plastic, together with the magazine. It can barely move. I take a moment before releasing it. I thought it was sad, but I needed to process the fact that the supermarket had just sent me a live animal through the post.