non-lucid

Cousin
I'm in the living room at my mom's house (I think). I'm there with my cousin, his girlfriend and their newborn son. It's the first time seeing their son, so I take a good look. Hmm, I remember him looking differently on the photo. On the photo he really looked like my cousin. Now, not so much. For some reason I look at the window, looking at some green truck that's parked outside. I'm not sure anymore what happens after, or what the significance of the truck was.

Company visit
I've just exercised (physical therapy perhaps) and now I need to get somewhere. I'm running late though, so I don't have the time to shower first. I make it to the bus just in time. I had to cross the street quickly in between cars. I remember seeing the number of the bus, though I can't recall it anymore. I get in at the back. It's really crowded and I consider whether or not I should check in. I might get a fine if I don't do so, but on the other hand, it's so busy that they will never notice. I tell myself that I worry too much and don't check in. I already had my black backpack out in front of me, drawing out my wallet. I put it back in.

I'm inside a building. We're going somewhere with the class. Guess I will have to try to shower here. It's a company visit and quite a prestigious company at that. I run into some classmates on the way up the stairs. There is one classmate going down as well. It's Aun. Later, when I'm up the stairs, I see Aun along with the people she regularly hangs out with. I ask her surprised if I didn't just see her walking down the stairs. She tells me it was X [forgot who]. I remember the hijabs of both persons being different colours, so I'm satisfied with the answer.

We're in a big room and a presentation is starting. A lot of people are still being noisy. The lecturer in front of the class is one that most people dislike because she can't teach very well. She's trying to settle things down and someone hurls a nasty comment at her. Man.. we are so not making a good impression at this company. Eventually people settle down, except for to the far left in the back. Nick and Kristen are arguing with each other for what feels like 5 minutes. They either don't care or don't notice that everyone is waiting for them. Embarrassing.

Bed: 23.00
Wake up: 07.45


Girl
It's daytime and I'm waiting next to the bridge that leads into the city centre. There's a girl I'm waiting for, though I don't remember what my relation to her is. We meet and can't really decide on what to do. There's a bus to the central station that we let go, in favour of a bus in the other direction. My idea was to go play pool. Turns out that she doesn't like pool. Damn. We let the bus in the other direction slide as well. I'm not sure what we end up doing. I remember thinking that she's cute.

I think it's within the same dream that I'm still with the girl and we have a weird camera. I'm trying to figure this thing out and I think she already knows quite a bit about it. Overall the vibe of the dream was very pleasant thanks to her presence.

Girlfriend
I'm somewhere with my girlfriend. At one moment we're walking, at another moment we're lying down. In the mean time we're checking someone's social media account. It's an Instagram-like medium, because there are only pictures. It's the account of a pornstar, who is posting a lot of pictures of herself with a pornstar friend. We've made a bet on this account for some reason. In the mean time we also start making out.

Found out while writing this entry that Chrome's dictionary doesn't know the word 'pornstar'. How prudish

The details are very blurry. I remember very clearly though that a tooth was bothering me. It was on the upper right side. I started fickling with it with my tongue and perhaps also with my finger(s). Eventually it dropped out of my mouth. I immediately realise that this never happens in real life, but does in my dreams every once in a while. I must be dreaming. I immediately try to push my fingers through the palm of my other hand. They don't go through. Hmm.. Perhaps I'm not dreaming then. I continue the dream, not realising it is one. It hurt a bit and made me think about my recent wisdom tooth extraction. I had some concerns over this tooth though, because it wasn't really supposed to fall out.

At some point I am at what appears to be in a dentist's office. The walls are all white. There's a 'blood meter' somewhere, measuring how much blood people lose, I think while having their tooth extracted. Creepy.

I also was talking about my thesis. One conversation was with my real life supervisor, another was with a lecturer from my bachelor, who in the dream is my second supervisor. They disagree about what I should do. Great. Caught in the middle.

There was more, but I can't recall it.

Bed time: ~00.00
Wake up: ~08:10


I dreamt something that had to do with the USA elections. It was mostly to do with Sanders and Clinton. I think at some point Obama was cracking wise jokes about being homeless [because he has to leave the White House].

Graduation day
I'm sitting in a big room. There's a ceremony going on: the handing in of our theses. I'm not sure if this is also our graduation day. We (the students) are sitting in the front of this big room, in at least 2 long rows. Im sitting all the way to the left, next to the wall, on the second row from the front. Things shift a bit with what's really happening. At some point(s) some of my family members are sitting here as well. At some point we actually have to hand in our thesis and a lot of rustling emerges from our two rows. The students all doing their light panicky thing. I feel very warm and try to take of my dark grey vest. I also feel constricted, as if all the food I just ate is making my pants too tight. I try to undo them a bit. This is not really elegant right now.

A bit later this graduation event has turned into one for the mbo [the Dutch variant to community college I guess]. We have to hand in a dish that we cooked to graduate. I had a dish, but I don't know what happened to it. Then I have a fuck it moment. I take a mic and start explaining to the room full of people what's going on in my mind. "It's something along the lines of: you probably think I'm crazy, or too dumb or another lazy black guy. Truth is I followed this programme for fun. I already have 2 master degrees." I consider for a moment that people might resent me for following this programme with government support.

I woke up to the heating being on and my girlfriend holding me really tightly.

Bedtime around 23.30
Wake up around 06.30


I'm walking into a supermarket it seems, together with my girlfriend. I think we're holding hands. She wants to have something (hair bands I think), but she doesn't feel like holding it, so she clasps them underneath the backside of my... bra? [I'm a very not bra wearing type of guy]. I don't fully realise it. We continue walking towards the exit and the anti theft detection gates go off. I'm surprised by it. We stand around for a few seconds, not knowing what to do. A white woman with short hair approaches us. She's probably in her 40s and is a bit bitchy. I think she's the store manager and she is 'detaining' us. My girlfriend quickly walks back into the store for her 2 small beer bottles she forgot (huh?). The woman takes us with her. Fuck. This woman is a total bitch so we won't get off without a fine and a record. I can't have a record. Then I can't work for the government. It's all my girlfriend's fault really, I'm just caught up in the mess. But I don't want to throw my girlfriend under the bus like that. The woman leads us into a backroom.

Bed time: 23.00
Get up: 07.00

Every man's dream
I'm in the living room at my mom's house, close to the door to the kitchen. In reality there's a table positioned on the spot where I'm standing. I'm with my girlfriend, who is standing right in front of me, facing me. To her left (from my point of view) is another girl that I don't recognise. Then the best thing that can ever happen to a man happens


Graceful crash
I'm with a group of about 10 people, I think most of them family members. We're about to get into 2 cars. One of them is my mom's boyfriend's, the other my mom's. There's a pile-up of people in my mom's boyfriend's car. My cousin, my mom and I decide to take her car. I think it is my mom who mentions something about being fucked if the police passes by. We turn onto a highway. There's a building standing right next to the highway, just about positioned against it. My mom thinks the exit ramp should be around this point and starts going to the right. My cousin and I both warn her not to go.. and we're flying. There's no exit ramp. We're just falling to the ground. I brace myself. The impact is surprisingly low. We continue our way through a lot of smaller streets. I ask my mom if we can please just for once stop using the navigation system that her boyfriend has given her, cause it messes with us every single time. She finally agrees and asks me for my navigation (Google Maps on my phone). The display is totally different from reality though.

Fragment
I'm standing outside in a parking lot. It's dark. I'm with some people, though I can't remember who. There's something going on that has to do with Mexico. Cinco de mayo perhaps? At some point there's a lot of fireworks coming from a building. I think our intent was to fuck up the people who were inside it and this was how.

I'm in an electronics shop. I've brought my Macbook Pro in because there is an issue with it. The thing I'm focusing on right now is that one of the rubber feet has fallen off (really happened). The employee I'm talking to is an older white man with grey hair. He presents me with a DIY fix which involves cutting out a makeshift rubber foot out of some different material, which is grey. I can get the perfect shape by placing the fallen off rubber foot on it and cutting around it. I end up with a hole in the material though and cause the material is a bit stretchy it doesn't really work. I wonder if the guy is going to charge me for this. He starts asking me how old my laptop is. I immediately recognise that this is a sales talk. I tell him and he comes up with packages of cables I could buy. My laptop will be obsolete soon and then I will have a hard time finding spare parts, so best to buy them now. I tell him I've already replaced a cable recently, so I'm good. While I'm placing my laptop back inside my bag, he walks over to his colleague. They're a bit in the distance, but I can clearly hear and see the frustration of the guy over my refusal to buy anything off him. I consider telling him to be more professional.


I know I've also dreamt something about my girlfriend, but I can't remember what.

Bed time: ~ 00.30
Get up: 07.30

I don't remember a full dream. All I remember are a bunch of fragments of a language related event. I'm talking with multiple people in multiple languages. I'm talking with a British guy who's planning to stay in the Netherlands for 6 years and who already speaks Dutch quite well. We're standing somewhere in the city centre during the day, close to one of the canals. Later I'm talking to a group of people. I think it was in English. I believe I also spoke some French somewhere. At some point I enter a restaurant. A white, male staff member is asking me the regular questions and I tell him my girlfriend is already sitting in the outside area. He seems quite bend on etiquette and quite annoying.

I remember I had another dream. I think it may have involved my mom. I can't remember it at all though.

I am working in the female clothing shop that my mom used to work in when she was younger. The place is different from reality. It's significantly less crowded with clothes and the cash register has been moved to another wall. Several customers enter one by one. One guy enters and is looking for something. I'm about to tell them that this is a shop for women when my colleague (a white guy) tells him to look in a specific rack. Apparently we have a small men's section. That's new to me. A bit later another guy comes in and asks what I think of a certain shorts. It's the exact same as the one I bought in Indonesia and I tell him so. I'm afraid for a moment that might put him off, but apparently not. Two more white guys come in, saying that they're testing security. I am weary about them. Perhaps it's a ruse to steal some stuff. At some other point in time I have to use the pin device, but it's being a bit bitchy, so I ask my colleague for help. He tells and shows me that you have to press in a code which was something like 111211.

The shop is now... something else. My first ex girlfriend is here. I'm helping someone in her family move? Her mom has made food. Rice with beans I think. Her dad is present as well. I snort for a moment and she asks me what's up. I tell her that my mom thought her dad had died [my mom really did think that]. Might wanna sort that out.

I'm just outside the shop with my housemate and... his aunt? Or someone else, I don't know. Anyway, the woman in question gives us something as a gift. It turns out to be 2 tickets to a NBA match on April 13th at 19:00. At first my housemate wanted to keep them, but he then realised he already had plans. I would like to go, but I'll probably be working then since that day is Kingsday [no it's not].

Cycle & mail
I'm cycling somewhere in a city. There's one point where I slowly cycle from the street onto the sidewalk. There are 3 people standing in an inconvenient location. They make some room for me to pass through. While cycling I somehow see that I've received an email. It's from a lawyer from the iCentre. The sender's address is something like Advocaat1@... (= Lawyer1). I'm somewhat impressed and surprised that I've gotten an email back. He's asking me what I need this data for [relates to something that happened in real life]. I consider how I will reply. Straight up telling him the truth or will I pretend to be my friend to expedite the process? Then I consider that since he's got my email and my name is in there, he will recognise my lie. I will have to tell the truth. Meanwhile I am approaching a traffic light.

Not sure if this was the same dream or another one. I've got my thesis opened on my laptop. There's stuff that's totally wrong. The word "lol" is actually written somewhere and the font is nearly unintelligible. I figure that the weird words must be because of the spell check which has been set to Indonesian

Deal
I'm not entirely sure if I am one of the people involved or if I'm just watching. There's a shady deal of some sorts going on (drugs perhaps). The atmosphere between the two man is pretty hostile. They end up having their guns raised at each other. They finally decide to unite when there's a team of cops at the door. One of the guys noticed them by looking in the mirror. He saw them at the lower half of the front door. It's impossible though, as he would've had to look through the door. I wonder for quite a while how he saw them. As soon as he sees them the other guy starts spraying bullets at them. The door is made of thick wood though. Some bullets pass through, but I'm not sure if anyone got hit.

It's daytime and I'm sitting in a sort of park/playground. I'm with a few other adults. I remember one of them being a white woman. I myself alternate between being myself and being Sherlock Holmes it seems, the version from Elementary. There are houses built around the park in a U shape. In one of the houses, behind the window of the top floor (3rd?) is a man with quite a big camera. We consider it odd. I decide to go check it out. No one is willing to open the door at first, though at some point someone opens the door and then slams it closed into my face.

There's a boy in his early teens who is scaling the wall to get to the 2nd or 3rd floor and enter the house from there. I tell the kid to come back, because it is dangerous. I myself consider using the same approach, but I'm afraid that the final part is just too dangerous and I might fall there. The boy makes it though and opens the front door for me. I enter and go to the 3rd floor.

I encounter a white man. We end up in a conversation, though it's not a particularly friendly one. It's more like bad guy explaining his evil plans. This house used to be owned by his brother, who may or may not be dead. He's here with his camera to capture an image of his ghost. Supposedly. He's explaining that he's staging the whole thing for some reason. Meanwhile I'm holding a camera in my hands and the red light tells me that this whole conversation is being recorded.

Eventually the man wants to give me a silver necklace as a present. I, as Sherlock Holmes, tell him I can't possibly accept. He insists. I take a hold of the necklace and he pushes my dreads out of the way. We then move to a mirror standing against a wall. I look into it while he is standing behind me and putting on the necklace. My face has rashes. I knew it, this thing is poisoned. I take it off and rub the thing all over his face. He ends up dead not too long after. I open the window and want to shout to Watson (Lucy Liu) but my throat is jammed. I instruct the kid through mumbling. He shouts 'Watson!' a couple of times and eventually she comes over.

Watson is upstairs, the situation is sort of explained and it's decided that I need medical attention. At some point I wonder how I'm still alive, considering that this guy died really quickly.

I'm downstairs with someone. A boy in his late teens. We want to leave this house and close the door behind us, but the frontdoor never locks. Eventually someone else tries to open the door. She can't. It turns out that the ghost of the guy who lived here did this. It's his way of telling the boy and I that we are always welcome here. Touching.

I'm walking across a football (soccer) field now. There's some big event going on, international teams, the works. I'm now Wesley Sneijder. I still need medical attention and can't really talk. There's some ceremonious stuff. Then I jog off the field.



I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car. My mom is behind the wheel. We're in a dark parking lot. My old driving instructor approaches us in his car, which is far off from the car he has in reality. My mom think it's creepy and drives off. I explain to her who he is. He probably needed a favour. Poor dude. Didn't his wife leave him? We follow him over the parking lot for a moment, but decide to just leave. I still can't talk too well due to the attack in the previous dream.


I'm sitting at a table, across my white, female teacher. She has to (re)evaluate my exam. I've written a part in pencil and am allowed to track it over with pen. It feels a bit weird. My hand seems not steady enough. Eventually I'm done and we end up talking a bit. She hands me a piece of torn paper and asks me to evaluate the lecturers of this course. I can't remember on what lecturers have to be assessed. Besides, shouldn't this be anonymous? I consider for a moment that I think that she's hot. A moment later I take a close look and notice it's my older lecturer. No, definitely not hot. Way too old! Didn't I already fill in the evaluation when I made the exam for the first time? I feel kinda stupid that I'm the only person in class who has to do a sort of resit. I'm not the only person who suffered through that attack, yet I'm the only person traumatised enough to mess up. Ow yeah.. I did shoot and kill someone with an assault rifle...

Highway
It's daytime and I'm with my girlfriend near a transportation terminal. I think it's the backside of Amsterdam Central Station, but it's different from reality. I'm walking on a small bridge. It's one of those rotating platforms they used to make a train change direction. It's been built a few metres off the shore, above the canal. It starts rotating about 90 degrees while I'm still walking on it. It causes me to tumble a bit. My girlfriend laughs at me.

We enter a bus. It's not a regular service bus, but more like the type you'd use for an organised group trip. We sit somewhere in the middle - back at first, but my girlfriend wants to sit more to the front, so we take the seats directly behind the busdriver. I wonder if we're gonna run into any trouble. Perhaps police stopping us because there are refugees with us. We've gotta take a pretty sharp uphill turn on the ramp towards the highway. The driver messes it up a few times. Man I'm not feeling too confident about this driver. He decides 'fuck it' and just goes straight ahead, dropping the bus at least 5 metres down to the highway underneath. The whole time I'm holding on to my seat and screaming like one would in a movie. I don't feel the impact, but I do think I felt the 'butterflies' in my stomach. I (and some others too I think) want to get out.

I'm cruising down the highway. A lot of people are doing so on their skateboard. I'm not sure what mode of transport I'm using. I'm careful with passing people, so I'm probably using something bigger and more stable than a skateboard. I'm wondering if I would be allowed to join with a longboard. I'm liking this part of the dream.

Room session
I'm chilling in what's supposed to be my room. I've got my 2 laptops (a Mac and another black laptop) on the ground. I'm using my skateboard and going off the tiny ramp I've got here. I haven't taken the effort to move my laptops out of the way. I just skate around them.

Mopeds
I'm with a few of my best friends, all guys. There's also a girl, who is the girlfriend of one of them. She looks way different than she does in reality. We're in Indonesia. We decide to ride out on our mopeds. We're going to a dentist's house. He's quite rich so he's got a home office. We chill there for a bit, get offered a drink. One of my friends decides to leave for a bit. Another one asks for a different drink.

I feel like my dreams were suppressed again by a painkiller.

One of the things is that I'm semi watching something and semi experiencing it. There's a white man and woman in a jungle. They've taken cover somewhere. The guy has a gun, which he intends to use to kill a predator that is inbound. While they wait for the predator to show up, they are surprised by a bear from behind. I shout due to my surprise. This causes my baby cousins who are in the living room with me at my grandma's house to wake up. I immediately try to get them back to sleep. I consider the upside to the situation though: people who have crying babies usually don't go to vote for... [some election]. This means they won't be voting against it.

DB
The scene is from Dragonball. I'm only a spectator. Someone (Frieza?) has assembled all Dragonballs and wants to make a wish. Piccolo and I think also young Gohan and Krillin are there to stop him. Piccolo has transformed his body a bit, super sizing certain parts. He comes flying in and smashes Frieza away, to the surprise of Krillin. Piccolo makes a comment that it's no wonder that Kami doesn't trust [it was Kami or Mr. Popo]. Piccolo shoots some purple ki at the Dragonballs, covering them with sand I think. He could've also just made a wish so that Frieza couldn't anymore, but ok.

They've turned their backs on Frieza for a bit too long. He's launched a big ass purple energy bomb which will destroy the Earth. It travels around a bit and Goku appears to deal with it. I think he may have gone Super Saiyan (4). He flies in the same direction as the bomb, passes it, makes a u-turn and kicks it so hard that it flies into outer space in perhaps 2 seconds, where it collides with another planet and destroys that one instead. Whoops.

PT
I'm at my physical therapist (PT), at the basement level. I slowly open the door, but there is a white girl with dark hair working out. I close it again. The intern that I sometimes work together with tells me to wait. Yeah my bad. Suddenly, 10 minutes before my appointment starts, I realise that I'm not wearing my workout outfit. I ask if there is enough time to cycle home real quick and grab it. My PT says it's ok, but that I should make it back in time. I tell him I will with my bicycle, though it's a total piece of crap.

Once outside I decide to take some hybrid of a bus and taxi instead. It has scheduled departures/arrivals and I know I will be late by a few minutes. On the way back, if there is no bus, I can just run back to my PT. That way I will have done the warmup already. The driver pulls into a side street that's not on the route, to accommodate a girl. Sure, close enough. We all get out. I pay him about 4.000 IDR, plus some EUR because those coins were just in my wallet.

I'm walking along the length of a wall. I jump off and on it one time. Then I jump off it one last time with a webster [frontflip variation]. Nailed it. Nice, after all this time. I'm walking into my street now. Instead of the houses on the corner I see a beautiful park. Nice. I didn't know I could also enter the park from this side. I have a small fire extinguisher in my hand. I'm trying to walk home but it's as if I'm fighting through an invisible force to get home. Eventually I realise that the extinguisher is holding me back. I realise it and it immediately flies into every direction. I duck for cover.

I'm at what's supposed to be the airport in Jakarta. I've just arrived here, standing somewhere outside. Since I'll be moving next month, this is a great opportunity to scout ahead a bit. Which bus to take, stuff like that. I've got two fairly sized bags with me. After a few seconds I notice they both have wheels. Sweet, that's gonna save me a lot of trouble. I see my regular size backpack on the ground. I can just put that one on my back then. Somewhere in this dream I think of what a waste of money this actually is. I'm here right now to do what exactly? Then I'll fly back to the Netherlands, only to return again a month later. I guess I can at least leave some stuff here, make it easy on myself.

I walk around a bit. At one end there seems to be some type of fair. I have a very short conversation with someone about what lies further on. Apparently just old junk, old airplanes and potentially old bombs. Guess I won't be checking out old airplanes then. At some point this turns into the funeral for I think the father of a guy I know, Erwin. There are quite some people. People raise their hand and suddenly there's fireworks. One of the arrows doesn't make it and falls back to the ground, setting the grass ablaze. People start scrambling around. I run towards one of the many large grey (trash) bins made out of steel, with a fair amount of sand in it. I grab it and then run towards one of the many fire patches on the grass. My classmate is here, telling me that the sand won't be enough to extinguish the fire. I put the bin on top of the fire anyway, up side down. I tell her the lack of oxygen will extinguish the fire. It works. Then on to the next one.

Sometime after this event my classmate accuses me of having scrambled for my own life, instead of doing something. Are you kidding me? I went to grab a bin to extinguish fires. I ask my other classmate to please back me up on this.

Had some more dreams with classmates and also a lecturer, but that's quite a bit to write down.