Emnition

Russiname
The place that I'm in somehow seems to be a bit of a combination of Russia and Suriname. At some point I've been given a story about a man and his son. It's a type of homework: I need to summarise what happened to them to show my understanding. The story is in English. My understanding of the story is limited though, because it starts in the middle of something.

At some point I'm still sitting somewhere outside, writing down the story. It's already starting to get dark. I can hear fireworks coming from my left, somewhere in the distance. I also hear some boys approaching. I'm concerned about my safety now. Suddenly several boys pass me. It turns out they are really young boys, perhaps age 9 or so. No need to be concerned. One of them asks me when I'm going back. I tell him that I'll go back (to my country) on Tuesday. He says it's a pity. It sends me into a laughing fit.

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.

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.