CaesarVD

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I was at the grass field of my old primary school with my friends, hanging around and observing the sky. We all appeared to be students again, either at our own age or as teenagers, but we we having a break outside.There were more people outside as well as teachers supervising. My friends and I observe the planes in the sky when I notice one plane in particular moving around oddly in the sky as if it was a stunt plane of some sort, except it was a legitimate airplane of which the captain seemed have to lost control over the yoke. The plane then seems to curve to the right and fly closely over the grass field before flipping forwards into the forest into the distance, crashing and leaving an enormous explosion coming out of the trees in the distance! This causes everyone, including my friends and I, to run away as far as possible while screaming, seeking shelter in the building as we fear getting hit by debris and airplane parts.
This all went by so fast that I didn't even have a moment to grasp what was going on. Things finally cool down and we are going outside. A teacher is speaking to the students to calm them down. For some reason my journals, stored in a fancy looking folder, were lying on the table as if I foreshadowed something scary in my notes. However, the teacher does not address this, or me. While this was taking place, I wonder where my phone is. I walk into the classroom and notice my phone in the closet, charging. I check my phone and discover that, to my surprise, I had filmed the entire plane crash and accidentally posted it to Snapchat. I check the story and it has over 400 views, my first thought was if some news reporter has come across my footage and used it for the news.
I try checking my WhatsApp or anything for messages, but there's no signal. The interface of my WhatsApp is the 2000s / early 2010s Mac OS X Aqua style and there's even an option to change how much "water" the scrollbars can contain. A middle-aged grumpy looking Dutch woman messes around with these settings in the metro asking "Well, who wants some more water?" to which a dog jumps up and excitedly walks up to her.
I then get home, my mom and a friend of her who owns a big dog looking like Scooby Doo for some reason are watching the news about the the crash featuring a clip of the crash in slow motion as seen from the city. The shockwave causes a climbing frame from the McDonald's to fall over with people still hanging on it to lie underneath it. To my relief the people survived that fall as they're showing crawling out of the climbing frame. We then go to a spa where the big dog from my mom's friend gets a comically cartoonesque massage. At this point it finally hit me that I was dreaming and woke up automatically.

Dream was in Dutch.

Sleep: I had a crazy weekend, it started with me waking up around 7:30 am on Friday, going to work, then have a dope project I can't disclose yet afterwards until midnight, then with an hour and a half worth of sleep I go to the airport and travel to Manchester, didn't sleep in the plane even though I tried. I stay awake in Manchester for the full 24 hours as I go drinking with my intrrnet friends, and go to an ambient festival from 7 pm until 4 am. I have a few moments where I put on sunglasses and sit down, closing my eyes for a bit. After the festival, without any accomodation, I just stay awake, getting to that hypnagogic hallucination stage, getting to the airport, having some brief 5-10 minute naps followed by some sleep in the plane, to arriving home and sleeping for 13 hours

My friends from high school are sitting outside ln a bench in the snow, arguing about a New Year's themed film featuring Timmy Turner's parents where the dad has an argument with the mom and he replaces the mom with a robot clone and it starts a discussion between my friends about what would be a great ending until one of the friends tells that the discussion is pointless saying it's not possible to have an ending that would please everyone for a story like that.

I ask my friends about their new year's plans, and they told me Tinder date now became Tinder dates because Tinder added a group chat function.

Dream was in Dutch.

I'm in a house full of strangers staying over even though I'm the one actually living there with my family. I go to my room and there's a bunch of blonde Dutch boys I don't know, I angrily scream from the bottom of my lungs that they need to get out of my room. I then feel guilty. Meanwhile I'm preparing to get ready to work from home when two guys get back in the room and have the nerve to start a discussion with me about getting to stay in my room to which I angrily tell them to get out.

I then stare at my room questioning my life as I just got raging mad at two strangers over a job I don't really enjoy doing but have to because I need to pay my bills.

Guess what I had to do when I woke up
Dream was in Dutch

I was browsing YouTube when I came across this now-defunct collab YouTube channel by two guys from Groningen that was called BROERS (In my dream it was, the channel actually exists under a different name, but my memory couldn't place it) but because there's a really crazy Dutch podcast called BROERS, I went to check the channel to discover that it was now renamed BLIEP (Dutch for bleep), probably to prevent copyright troubles (funnily enough there's a phone company called bliep* as well) I check the YouTube channel and, to my surprise, it has the 2.0 channel layouf (beta channel as it used to be called in 2009) from 2009-2012 (or 2011 I forgot) before they came up with Cosmic Panda and every current ugly design that they have.
Confused (and excited) I try to figure out how these channels have the old layout again, I come across this account of a Dutch guy, then come across the channel of his girlfriend, who has an English speaking video where she talks about her boyfriend, who's nentaly ill, and her own mental health.
Next thing I know I'm walking past an industrial area with the couple, kinda similar to the IKEA area in Utrecht as well as the IKEA area in South Berlin (both 030) the boyfriend is walking steps ahead because they're on they're way to an isolation chamber for their mental health. Meanwhile I'm talking with his girlfriend in English, she tells me that she met her boyfriend abroad in the UK, I ask her where she's from and tells me that she's actually Dutch to which I reply with "Leip!" (which is Dutch "slang" for crazy)
We then arrive at the isolation chamber, which is a tiny gym room covered in mats. We sit on the mats while I'm still joking around with the girlfriend. The boyfriend angrily yells "You guys annoy me!" before walking to the door to let more people in.
Me, who suddenly realises that we're in the isolation chamber, tells the girlfriend I'm gonna wait outside so everyone can concentrate (and I also don't have the concentration myself to sit in a small room full of strangers in silence for lord knows how long)
I walk out the room into the hallway, the interior of the building is similar to that of a kindergarten, doctor's office, or just a local wellness center as the halls had dry beige walls, bookshelves witj this books, and benches. Kinda like the hallway of my old primary school when I studied there in the mid to late 2000s. I walk around and the hall is apparently also a sauna as a bunch of middle aged blonde Dutch women are sunbathing in their short, light yellow bikinis on the floor.
I'm trying to find a place where I can sit to wait for my friends, where I can still see them leave, but also make it not look like I'm peeking at the sunbathing women who are in the same area as the room I'm paying attention to.
I bump into a sauna going woman and she goes "Sorry, Cesar chocolate milk!" while giggling before introducing herself as "Elvira van der Voort" (Not a real person as far as I know, any person with that name is coincidental or how they say that in movie credits) I then introduce herself with my first and last name as well (which I rarely do unless necessary) she starts laughing and pointing at her teeth as she realises my name is actually Caesár. I then realise she may not have called me chocolate milk because I'm black as I suddenly have a flashback of me drinking chocolate milk before leaving the isolation chamber and the chocolate milk brand apparently being called Cesar. I try to check my teeth, but suddenly realize I have trouble physically opening my mouth, I then wake up as I had about seven hours of sleep.