non-lucid

I'm together with a white girl, who is supposedly a friend of mine. My friend Julian joins us at a later stage. I'm not sure anymore what we are doing. There comes a point though where we split up. I take my mountain bike and they continue walking in the direction of the train station / his house. I know that he didn't bring a back, but she did.. right? I pass them on my bike and after that I look back every once in a while. They're holding hands. Now they're kissing in the middle of the road. I think she's wearing a red denim skirt. He's trying to feel her up. She slaps him in the face, or nearly at least. Now they're fighting. A bit later and they are having a full blown karate fight in their karate uniforms [he's a karate teacher].

I'm at the cafe where I used to go to practice my language skills. The same girl as always is working there. Julian comes in. First we order. I'm not sure anymore what he's having. I ask her to surprise me and she pulls a small beer bottle out of the fridge. I tell her I'm not in a beer mood though. I'm not sure what she decides to give me instead. There is some special going on. Julian is only allowed to order that drink if he has a black belt. I tell her that he has his own dojo and he pulls out his black belt. I'm allowed to buy my drink, but for some reason the conversation switches to my belt. I tell her that I'm a taekwondo guy, but that I quit because of an injury. I try to avoid having to admit that I was still a white belt when I got injured.

Julian and I sit down at a table, facing one another. I ask him about my friend, but make 1 or 2 off-hand comments which he does not appreciate. I try to salvage the situation, but only make it worse. I decide to shut up for a while.

Bed: 23.00, at which point I meditated.
Wake up: 06.30, took notes.
Now: 07.00

Money
I'm somewhere in a building, shamelessly scratching my balls with my right hand. I've got a sensation of touch. Next thing I wipe my hand. Not that it's gonna do me much good when I meet a person and that person will shake my hand. I'm in the building to get myself a military ID, I think for Indonesia's military. That or I get send away with the statement that I require a military ID. I think it was the second option. The building doubles as a bus terminal. A guy takes me with him to another guy, who is a bus driver. The driver is illegally giving the gps coordinates of the bus to the mafia. The mafia wants John something to be safe at all times. Next thing, I'm in a car, outside. We're driving and the police show up. There's something to do with a bag of money.

Possible influences
- I went to a bus terminal yesterday that doubled as an office for a government agency.
- There was a news article yesterday of people handing out cash in a traffic jam.


Back
I'm in a house with my old housemates, Karen and Bart. Bart is doing his dishes. I'm joining Karen in her room. Holy damn, there are so many plants in here. She's growing weed. Bart walks by without talking to me.

I'm in what I guess is supposed to be Amsterdam, though it doesn't resemble reality at all. I'm somewhere underground with a group of people. It is some kind of excursion. To what seems to be the north is a long, steep road, with a significant amount of water running down from it, as it seems to be currently raining. Because the road is made of asphalt, the water cannot permeate the surface. Somewhere at the end of the road, at the low level, the ground is natural soil, which is soaking up all the water and actually starting to flood. We have nowhere we can go, as we're underground. There is one small square building, not even 2 x 2 metres. The room has a ladder in it, going straight up. I decide to check it out, to see if we can exit from there. At the top is a window through which we'll have to exit, after which we have to exit through another window. They're both very small though. I tell the person in charge that we may be able to exit, but that either a smaller person will have to check it out since I'm too big to fit, or that I will have to break both windows. I have an idea how to prevent floods in the future: trees. The road needs a lot of trees. They will stop the water from running off and will soak it up. The asphalt will have to be removed though.

It’s daytime. I’ve just arrived at an important government office of the Netherlands in NYC. It’s some type of diplomatic post. I am going to do an internship here. The prime minister of the Netherlands is standing there, waiting to welcome me. Wow. Does he do this for every intern? He must be superbusy then. He’s standing close by 2 black motorcycles. The outside area is very spacious. We start walking, together with 2 other men, who are a bit to our left and a few steps in front. I take a good look at the shoulder area of their suits. Supposedly high quality, but it is odd. The seams don’t match up with the bodies of the men.

Inside the building, I see several areas. We’re in an open area with a nearly circular bench. Some people are being dragged away. They have been refused.. citizenship perhaps? There’s something about that bench though. It’s a free area, as in you’ll be ok as long as you’re there. Somewhere else I see some people walking down some stairs. There’s a banner on the balustrade which indicates that they were having language classes. From an Eastern European language to English. To English? I get that the demand for Dutch is not that high, but this is a Dutch consulate or whatever.

I’m not sure if I’m actually present, or just observing. The prime minister is sitting at a small, square lunch table. Across him is a Eastern European woman. She’s seated with her back against the wall. She’s asking for her salary to be transferred to her in Indonesian Rupiah. Right now she is spending a big amount of money converting her money every time. I consider for a moment that it doesn’t make much sense for her to want Rupiah. The prime minister is giving evasive answers as first and finally decides that, no, he cannot agree to that. The finances are not there to do so. He comes to this decision mere seconds after a white guy in a suit comes and whispers something in his ear. At some point I have a close look at the PM’s face. He doesn’t look exactly the same. This is a tv show after all, and this would be an actor. Or have they managed to get the actual PM to cooperate on this? He mentions to the woman that the money just isn’t there. Right now there’s more important stuff going on. He points to a plane that has crashed behind him. It’s from a Surinam airline, suggesting that as a former coloniser, the Netherlands should help out.

There’s something with a motorcycle/scooter crew. They’re racing like madmen through the streets, towards an emergency related to the Dutch consulate, or something similar. Some men go down, but this is so important that the others don’t even stop to help. I see the bikes from the back for a moment. No plates. It would be much easier to give them Dutch consular plates for immunity, right? I see the scene happening at least 2 times. It looks very well directed. Awesome.

The Dutch PM is talking to a woman, who’s pissed him off. It causes him to throw his phone away. I see this happening from above. He sure managed to throw his phone freaking high. And then also quite far. It’s flying over a house and a grass field in slo-mo. There’s something attached to his phone, something like a tiny souvenir. The phone ends up in a small pond. It floats for a few seconds, then he gets an incoming call and it sinks to the bottom. I’m thinking that this scene doesn’t make much sense, because they used what seems like an Xperia Z for this scene, which is waterproof against fresh water, thus diminishing the impact of this scene.

I end up playing basketball against a woman, one on one on a small court. I’m dominating cause I have a height advantage. I can nearly dunk the ball.

Class
The seating arrangement feels as if I’m in a classroom. There are perhaps 3 long rows of seats. The topic is renewable materials and questions arise regarding the recall of a specific phone and the reuse of the materials. At one point I feel like the questions are getting way too specific about this phone. This is not anything academic anymore.

Beat down
I’m in a car, together with another person, a woman I think. It may have been my mom. We enter a parking garage and drive towards a higher floor. There we witness a guy on the ground who looks as if he had just gotten a beating by the group of guys standing next to him. One guy and one girl seem to be the leader behind this. At first I want to intervene. Then I consider two things: 1) maybe the guy got a beating because he sexually harassed the girl; 2) I’m severely outnumbered.

Bed: ~00.00
Wake up: 07.55
Now: 08.05 (totally can’t focus on this due to arguing roommates)


Climbing
I'm sitting on a small balcony I believe. I’m with my friend Alex (and my girlfriend?). Alex is returning to her own country somewhere in the very near future, but she’s still got a grey Mercedes parked somewhere. She won’t drive it back to her country, so she hands me the keys to take care of it. Sweet! I don’t care about the car, but that means that she will come back. I already start imagining driving the car back together during a road trip somewhere in the future.

At some point the keys fall off the balcony. The balcony is on the 2nd floor. I scale down the balconies to reach the ground level and pick the keys up. There’s another set of keys on the ground. I pick those up as well. A few seconds later a white girl with dark brown (curly?) hair emerges from a front door just 1 metre away. I ask her if these keys are hers. I take a good look to make sure that I’m presenting the keys that I found to her and not my friend’s keys. I think she says those keys are her roommate’s. I hand them over, then climb back up the balconies. A bit later I scale down the balconies again for some reason. I do it quickly this time and catch myself thinking that I’m taking unnecessary risks the way that I’m dropping down right now.


Dorm
This may have been a continuation of the last dream. I’m finally alone now. I’m outside on the street and the sun is still out. I consider what I want to do. I start thinking about watching some porn. I know that I haven’t watched it in a while and actually banned it from my life, but I’m really in the mood for it right now. A group of guys approaches me. They look Indonesian. They ask me if I know where they can find the dormitory for international students. I tell them that I live there. I can’t recall in which language we were speaking. Where are they from though? It’s only for foreign students. These guys all look Indonesian. They mention being half Indonesian, half Dutch. I tell them that it’s cool as long as their passport is not Indonesian. I point them in the right direction. Someone suggests that I walk with them. Sorry, I can’t, I have something to do right now. I think it has to do with the porn, but also with something else. Someone suggests waiting for me. No need, it’s easy-ish to reach the dorm. I point them in the right direction, showing them the location on Google Maps as well. They start joking around a bit. One of the guys grabs my butt. Ok, too friendly there. Some more stuff happened, though I can’t recall what.

Aside from people I personally know and who are close to me, I normally dream about white people. Interesting that I dreamed about Indonesians (though I'm living in Indonesia right now, so *duh*).

Tram
I'm taking the tram and perhaps also the bus. The streets are unfamiliar, but the bus operator is definitely the one that operates in Amsterdam. I remember getting on the wrong one and needing to switch to another. I think I’m with someone. It’s dark out already.

If I dream about public transport, I dream about taking the wrong direction 99% of the time.

I'm walking somewhere outside during daytime with my mom. I pass a white kid, perhaps 3 years old. He's alone, so I start asking him questions. It appears that he walked out of his home when his mom wasn't paying attention. I ask him where he lives. He's not sure. He's able to tell me that his dad works in the hospital though and in what department. I take him with me.

I'm at the hospital now with the kid and my mom. We're in an elevator, going up. I've also got a shitload of bags with me cause I just moved out. The white girl behind the counter looks quite surprised when I show up with all my stuff. I start asking her questions in the hope that she can lead me to this kid's dad. No luck so far. She does say something about wanting to text me later for... not sure what reason. I tell her that won't work as I'll be in Indonesia.

I'm with a male friend. Someone has sent him a text to ask him what his plans for tonight are. He asks me what our plans are. I tell him that I have no clue and that we can just wing it. He's not very fond of the idea. He wants to have a plan. We're walking towards his room. First, there is a front door that needs to be opened. He has hidden the key somewhere off to the left.

Next thing, I'm lying on a mattress with my ex girlfriend. We are lying next to the sea, parallel to it. The view is absolutely amazing. This is the life. I'm trying to take some pictures with my phone, ducking my head underneath some power cables. My ex touches one of them. Don't! She's fine. The cables run to a small platform in the water of just a few square metres. The platform is several metres lower than us, judging from the angle of the cables. My ex starts laughing and wonders why that platform would need power. I tell her it's to turn on a lamp. I've seen it up close. I feel like the power cables are sagging more and more. It's reached the point where I can't get out from under them anymore without touching them. I put a small pillow on my head and hope it's not too conductive. It works. I'm starting to feel like the sea is getting closer. GET UP NOW! I throw the mattress onto higher ground, into the bushes, where it tumbles and falls down on the other side. We're suddenly standing in the water. My phone is being swept away. It's floating on the water. My ex was too slow to retrieve it, so I take a go at it. I think for a moment of taking off my white thermal shirt with long sleeves, because it will weigh me down once it's wet. I've already gone halfway, but I decide it will take too much time and go after my phone. I manage to retrieve it. I then breast crawl back. In the mean time some guy on a jet ski arrives. My ex hops on it and I grab a hold of it at the back.

Dental fuckups
I'm somewhere inside, though I don't remember where exactly. The interns from my physical therapist are there. They are acting as my dentists. They've decided to solve an issue by sawing through several parts of my gum areas in a horizontal way, so that parts of my teeth can be moved a bit. I don't like it for one bit, but it's happening. I don't remember the pain. I do remember that after the fact, it didn't feel comfortable at all. I ended up being able to just remove sections of my teeth and gum out of my mouth. It feels as if I'm wearing dentures. The sense of touch is strong in this dream. In the end they want to do some more stuff to me, but I refuse. I get angry instead and tell them that they have no clue what they are doing and that I wasn't experiencing any problems until they came along. I walk away, feeling some satisfaction from having said no.


Seduced
I'm in a room. My friend Mo enters it and asks me a question that I can't recall too well. It's something about wanting to know how she looks because she is planning on seducing someone. She takes off her shirt, showing me that she has written something on her body. There are 3 texts made up of a couple of words. I don't remember what was written on her body. I start to realise that the person she is trying to seduce is me. I let it happen. At one point I'm holding a breast with my left hand and I think, though I'm not sure, one with my right hand. At the same time I have what seems like a nipple in my mouth. I remember thinking of this as odd. Three breasts? I don't stop to think about it.

Bed: ~23.00
Wake up: 08.00
Now: 08.15

Library
I'm at what seems to be the university library. There's a rap video being played or being recorded. Either way, it's happening right there and the people who are in the video are also there. It starts out in a language that I can't remember. It's a collaboration of European rappers. Eventually it's the turn of some Dutch rappers. Man this is quite cool. The fact that Dutch rappers were deemed important enough for this.. The video is an old one though. It has to be at least 10 years ago. This makes me wonder why I've never seen it before. I remember recognising one of the rappers, but right now I don't remember who it was.

At another moment in the library, I'm out in the hallway. There are some people sitting on chairs and some people standing. I'm trying to mingle a bit, but I feel quite excluded. I'm not taking part in any conversation really.

Another moment again. I'm talking with some classmates. One of them is telling the group that his thesis is going really well and that he will fly towards whatever country soon to do his research. I know there was more to this dream, but I can't recall it.

Prison
I'm somewhere inside I think. I'm sitting at a table which has a bench on both sides, sort of like a picknick table.. or a prison table. There are at least 2 guys sitting at the same table with me; one in front of me, one to my right. One of them is telling me/us about him needing his wisdom tooth extracted soon. Only problem is, he lives in Groningen and on the day of the extraction, he'll need to get to Schiphol for his flight. I suggest to him to get his tooth extracted at the Slotervaart hospital, or better yet, the VU hospital. That way he can still catch his flight afterwards. He tells me the system doesn't work that way. He can't just go to whatever hospital he pleases. I tell him that he just needs to get a letter from his dentist for that hospital.

The conversation continues to another topic. It's about prison. I tell them that I have been in prison once. The prison was shaped like a narrow rectangular strip, just like the tiny strip of paper that I'm holding. In the mean time I get soup. It's Chinese [something] soup. The liquid is yellowish and quite clear. It looks great. Suddenly I say: ow forgot to mention, I was in prison in a dream.

Bed: ~00.00
Wake up: 08.15
Now: 08.30

Travel
I'm in Indonesia, together with my girlfriend. We're travelling around the country. I think that at the start of the dream we are in Sulawesi and we're deciding on our next flight. I think I'm alone at some times. The details are a bit blurry, but I've missed a flight that I had already booked to Singapore. Ah well. At one moment we are walking around in the streets, which are sand-covered. In another moment we seem to be at the airport.

This dream also alternates with a bird's eye view of several places. I see the very south-west part of Java, at the coast. There's a section where there's a relatively thin line of sand, with water at both sides. It looks like a great place to go. In another moment I also see Singapore, though not where it's supposed to be. There's another country attached to it's eastern border, which is only a bit bigger. I'm considering flying to Singapore and then travelling to this country by land. I could make this trip in 4 days, 2 days per country. I think the other name was similar to India. I'm not sure what I would do in that country though, I'm not even really interested in it. I'm also considering the amount of days I have left before university supposedly starts.

Game
I'm playing a game with Justin, my cousin's boyfriend. It's a game we seem to control through our phones, but which takes place in reality at some points. It's a game where we're both controlling soldiers, or opposing units at least. I think at one point he's controlling a big cat like animal which is pretty much invincible. He's trash talking the hell out of me. The style of the game is quite cartoony, like Big Little War Game. A few times I take control over some soldiers who have a gatling gun. I manage to take out a few of his soldiers every time before mine get taken down, yet he's still trash talking me and making me feel like I suck.


Work
I'm at a fancy work place. I'm not sure whether I work here though. The place looks very modern, mostly clean white. The people that I do recall seeing are dressed in suits and similar attire. There are two white women walking just at the top of the stairs/escalator. One of them is a bride and the other seems to be her friend. The bride is not wearing anything bride-like though. I quickly go up the stairs. There's one corner to the left in the stairs where I decide to jump on the cylinder shaped grey railing. I jump on it, jump to another part and then continue my way to the top. I wanted to get there quickly cause I thought the bride looked really beautiful and wanted to see her better. Once I'm a bit closer I realise that her friend is actually way prettier. I walk past them inconspicuously. Once I'm past them I decide on another approach. I rewind time a bit and then decide to freeze it. It places me just in front of them and allows me to take a close look at the woman's face. Time is not totally frozen though, it's just in slow motion. The woman is still moving a bit. I decide to fake that I wasn't spending any attention on them. I'm walking with my classmate Wil towards a narrow gallery, with the women walking in the same direction. One of them says something of which I'm not sure whether it was a joke or not. She says we're stalking them. Nope! We got here first. Now we're pretending(?) we had a bet going on and I just won it. I get all excited about my win. I'm thinking up the narrative on the spot. This could be our yearly bet that I have just won, explaining my excitement.


Fragments
» There was a party today or yesterday. My cousin didn't show up, even though I thought he would. I'm quite disappointed, cause I was looking forward to seeing him.

» I'm at the apartment complex where my mom lives, at the ground level. I enter through the door at normal pace, but make a sharp move several metres to the left, taking a big ball with me using my feet. There's someone waiting for the elevator who by now must think I'm avoiding him. I go to the storage units (which aren't like reality), which creep me out a little bit in this dream. My mom's unit is on the opposite side of where it's supposed to be. Also, the lock is totally different. There's a guy (Koen?) inside. I don't think he's there against his will, but still I'm a bit iffy of the whole situation. A few units to the left is a grown tiger.

Bed: ~00.00 (didn't fall asleep until at least 01.00)
Wake up: 08.45
Now: 08.55

The details of this dream aren't very clear. I'm in the south part of my student city, somewhere outside. I've just met a girl for the first time. She's white and a little bit chubby. She's quite social and fun to hang out with I think.
I think at some point we're sitting in the bus together.

I'm at a sports facility, together with the girl. I was first in a different room, but now we're in the same dressing room. Neither of us gets fully undressed though. Most of the time it's just the two of us in this room. At some point there's a guy who looks quite Moroccan, who is exiting what seems to be the shower. He's still wearing a yellow sports shirt though. Not sure about his pants. He gives me/us a bit of a weird look. Without saying a thing, he leaves. At some point the girl leaves as well. There's something weird about the doorknob, which looks like a thermostat. Someone (her?) is turning it a lot from the outside, making me feel as if the door is now locked. In the mean time I decide to take off/on my shirt. The girl comes back. We continue talking, though I'm not sure about what. The situation gets a little bit awkward for a moment, as we misinterpret each other's intentions.

At one point during the conversation, I decide to check my FB on my phone. I've gotten tons of notifications. Turns out I clicked on a link by accident and now it's sending spam/porn to a lot of my friends. Fuck. It's quite difficult to correct this using my phone. I kinda try half heartedly, thinking I'll leave it for later. I continue my conversation with the girl. She ends up giving me a polaroid picture of her (or perhaps someone else). The girl in the picture is a fit white girl, wearing just panties and a shirt or something similar. The picture is meant to be funny and seductive at the same time. I can see some pubes though..

Bed: 23.00
Wake up: ~07.10
Now: 07.35


Dragons
I'm in the setting of the movie How to Train Your Dragon. I'm in a stone valley. There's an alpha (level 10?) dragon which needs to be defeated. There are a lot of dragons around, but none are strong enough to challenge him. There's Toothless, the Night Shade, but he's not very big, whereas the alpha dragon is huge. There's quite a big dragon which might be a challenge to the alpha male. It has two long necks and two heads. It belongs to someone else though. The main character of this dream (I think I'm just spectating) sends a message on a scroll to the two people to which this dragon belongs to that he really needs their permission to use this dragon to defeat the alpha dragon. He doesn't get it, because the owners don't like him. Eventually he challenges the alpha male with Toothless. He wins.

Black
Not sure what I'm doing. I'm outside and one of my best friends makes a black joke. I consider seriously snapping at him cause I've had it with all the black jokes. Then I realise that this is the first black joke he's made in a very long time. Someone else has been making black jokes for so long that I've grown tired of it [in reality this is my housemate]. I decide not to lash out at him, but I do give him a note about how I value our friendship and that if he wishes to remain friends he should stop making black jokes. While he's reading it, I walk away, rounding two corners around a building that no longer exists in reality. There's 2 people doing something with horses in a trailer. I offer my assistance, despite me not having a single clue what to do. The only thing I do know is to stay away from the rear. Apparently one of the horses is pregnant. I want to assist, but she gives birth within just a few seconds. My friend joins me to tell me that he won't make black jokes. I'm relieved by it.

Korfbal
I'm standing besides a bus. It's not a public service bus, but one of those touring rented ones. There's a small issue with regard to who will be sitting where. Eventually we leave, only to stop again shortly after because we've reached our destination. We park in front of a house. There's a kid that apparently holds the record for most amount of goals in one season of korfbal ever. At first I thought he would be a late teenager, but apparently he's even younger than that, judging from the photo.

We're at a grass field. It's already dark out, but I can still see everything, I assume because of artificial lighting. I'm watching from the sidelines as other people are playing korfbal. There are 2 teams playing, but the way that they're playing makes totally no sense and it confuses me. It looks more like a sort of warm up. At some point a white girl of perhaps 3 years of age enters the field. She has Down syndrome. One of the players, an adult white male, scares her off the field by pretending to be a bull(?). He makes the same 'dragging your leg' movement that a bull does and it scares the girl. He follows her off the field. Her mom gets upset a bit about it. A bit later it all happens again. I think it's also kinda sketchy to frighten her.

Tram
I'm sitting in the tram. There are a few teenagers (I guess) sitting just in front of me, talking. They're having a conversation about their sex lives, seemingly not caring that they're in public. Apparently a dentist didn't take one of their sex lives into consideration, because (s)he extracted a tooth from that person and that is now messing with her sex life. At some point these kids start messing around in the tram, dancing provocatively.

Still in the tram, but I guess now with different people. They're talking about Indonesia, about the same university that I attended. I but in and say a few things about it, even though I don't know these people. The girl sitting closest to me asks me if I also want to go there. I explain to her that I've already gone and that I will go again.


So many fragments
» I'm talking with a girl about going to the cinema. It seems like it will be fun. Another girl in the mean time tells me that I should let the girl I'm going with know that I've got a girlfriend, because apparently she thinks that we're going on a date. Fuck. I'm not sure how to smoothly mention that I've got a girlfriend without it sounding weird.

» I'm walking around a bit somewhere outside during the day. There's a weird architectural object in the middle of a black square. It's a sort of stairs which is ~ shaped if you look at it from the side (so going up, down, up). It doesn't have anything to hold on to.

» I'm walking around outside during daytime. It's supposedly somewhere in the Netherlands (I'm assuming Amsterdam). I might be with my girlfriend. There's a museum which you can basically visit or kinda observe from the outside. There are a lot of people and there's a tour guide. It's a white guy my age and he's talking in crappy German. I wonder if I could do that. My German is about equally crap.

» There's something to do with a train in the evening. I want to get home I guess, but I'm not getting anywhere cause of these trains. I think I'm around the Amsterdam ArenA area. I know there's more going on here, but I can't remember.

» I'm standing in front of my mom's house on the 2nd floor. I'm looking down towards the parking lot. There's an attractive Vietnamese or Thai girl doing something with her car. I think she was washing it. I take a step back so that she won't see me. Then she is doing something else. Eventually we end up talking. It's a bit flirty/sassy. The kind where you're flirting, but trying to out-manoeuvre each other the whole time.


Just realised that when I am able to recall the race of people, most often they are white. I wonder if this is gonna change in the next few months, as I'll be moving to Indonesia and the number of white people in the city in which I'm gonna live is very limited.

Also realised that every time that I'm taking a train in a dream, it's not getting me where I want to go.

Bed: 23.45 ish
Wake up: at 05.00.. at 06.00... :/
Now: 08.30

Football
I'm watching a football match. Not a real, professional one, but a competition/tournament that seems to be for fun. The field is small, as are the goals. The dream shifts around a bit. At one point it's football, at another it's rugby with a full size playing field. From the rugby part, all I remember is a combination of the dream with memories from years ago. I'm playing touch rugby and taking it chill. I come up to someone one on one and start making speed, throw in some manoeuvres and I break through. There's another part where there's another object that's also used for playing. It's near the end zone and before it touches the ground, someone from my team manages to hit it spot on with the ball. Good throw! For some reason that's a very good thing.

From the football part I remember sitting on the grassfield, close to the goal together with a girl (my girlfriend?). We weren't the ones playing, we were just chilling there and watching the game. At some point in between games we're chilling further to the back. A girl who is on one of the teams is supposedly my friend. She asks us to please join her team because else she doesn't stand a chance. I tell her that I'm not allowed, because this competition is only for.. her school? Idk. Eventually she persuades me and I put on my beaten, white sneakers. I distinctly remember first putting on the right shoe, then the left. I walk into the field. Our team is just her and me. The other team consists out of 3 people. I tell her that no wonder she felt like she needed me.

Moving
I've arrived in the city that I'll be moving to in reality in 3 weeks time. I am together with someone in a dormitory. We're looking to find someone who has a key so I can get a room. One of my friends sends me a message telling me who I should find to get a key. She tells me I need to find Ryan or Yang. I don't know this Yang guy. I go down a flight of stairs, while holding my phone in my right hand. I can tell that the battery is nearly drained.

Dick!
I'm with my girlfriend in my room at my student home. My housemate comes into my room. I honestly do not feel like talking to him, so for the most part I just ignore him. My girlfriend does talk to him cause she doesn't realise I'm mad at him. Multiple things happen and also my room changes a bit I think. At one point I'm brushing my teeth, at another point we're eating noodles, I think all 3 of us. I'm talking to my girlfriend in Indonesian to update her on how I feel about the guy.

Bed: 23.30
Wake up: ~ 07.15
Now: 07.55

Flirt
I'm somewhere inside. It reminds me of my mom's living room, though different. There a mattress it seems in the living room and a blonde girl lying on it. Her name is Karin. She pulls me on top of her and I'm not resisting. So far I think it's fun. We're underneath the blanket and pressed against each other. She tries to kiss me. Here's why I break away. I can't do that to my girlfriend. In my mind, a week ago we did kiss though. Now I need to find a way to explain this. To our left is a sort of high, rectangular desk. There are some people sitting on the other side of it, facing us. I walk over there and grab the markers that are placed on the desk. In Indonesian, I write that I have a girlfriend. I know this girl is Dutch and I wonder if she'll understand. I do it in Indonesian because I know she's been to Indonesia for a while. I stumble a bit, trying to explain the situation.

Dick
I'm somewhere outside, close to two permanently semi-open straw buildings. The weather is sunny. I'm probably in a tropical area. There are a few people about and I'm talking to maybe 1 or 2 of them. One of them (if I remember correctly) is a bit of a stereotypical surfer dude. He reminds me of Deeks from NCIS: LA. He's being a know it all. We're talking about the weather in Indonesia and I tell him that it's rain season now. He tells me it's not. I tell him that that's what my friend who lives there told me. Here's where he becomes a pretentious dick by saying something like "yeah it's raining, but you haven't seen a real rain season yet if you haven't [something". I'm quite fed up with the guy now.

There's also something about me, or someone else going into one of the straw buildings and coming out again.. with a sideflip?