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Night 11

…/I turn and cross a door when somebody at my back says: “Here we ‘flay’ because of we f*ck and play”/… I woke up remembering that

Night 12

…/I’m in front of the model of a modern large house in the mountains. I’m carefully placing some round transparent reddish covering plastics on the courtyards to protect the next places I’m planning to go. I’m wearing skin colored stockings/…

07.09 - Night 7

…/I get into a new section of the sorter, it’s main purpose is to heal books. Here fall all books that got damaged along the process of distribution. The books this time are modern paperback versions. There’s a book with pink cover on top of one of the piles on the plates.
I don’t see it’s going to work, I have my doubts about the process. It’s not my task today anyway, I’m too wide away from my working place where I’m sorting stuff for titles for its placement or something like that. We’re moving to another section of the sorter, we have to board a train. There are people from the design area. The big J is there/…

WBTB

I succeeded to incubate the dream back again but failed to recognize when it started

…/it’s the same new section, there’re other paperback books piled there. I’m leaving the section now and I can see now the creeper of my living room hanging in a precarious way next to the sorter. I’m afraid it’s going to fall, I try to fix it into a better position while the sorter keeps moving. I’m trying to figure out what’s the logic of this new station. Each book has some values, like RPG cards. And they must be placed on their corresponding plate according to those numbers for the machine to take them to their new location or something like that . There’s a guy wearing glasses working on the first plate. He shouldn’t be there handling books because of his task has nothing to do with books. He’s taking the books away from where they should be taken by the machinery. I think to myself: “Now I see why it’s not working”/…

08.09 - Night 8

This time the dream was too abstract to recall a full sequence, I’m moving into thoughts and the scenery changes too fast to recall more

…/I see some coworkers, old J is there. They twist and fall into big woks like they’re sort of omelettes. Other stuff turns around and moves on/…

09.09 - Night 9

…/I’m on a train arriving at a train station. I see some cops with dogs doing their job/…

…/I see my daughter is watching films In a strange language. I cannot understand what the actors are saying. Look like a live show comedy/…

10.10 - Night 10

No recall, got too few hours of sleep, then must go back to work

…/There’re groups of cartoon like fat people with small thin heads, wearing coats. Some of them are wearing big round hats. They’re standing on platforms at different heights. There’s something like a huge tonearm of a turntable switching from one group to another. They follow its inducted instructions and sing along a melody. Some seem not to know the lyrics and start improvising. I don’t like it although it’s not bad the result. I go down to the lower level of the system. I get to the small yard of my grand parent’s house. The couch of the small living room is out there and another sofa. A short haired arrogant looking pretty girl around 20 is laying along the couch, with the head on the coach arm and both legs crossed on the couch back. She’s wearing black stockings, mini skirt, plaid shirt and a jacket. I want to correct her posture without being direct to avoid rebellious confrontations, just by sitting next to her in order to force her to put the legs down. She doesn’t look clean. I don’t want to get too close to her feet, she’s not wearing shoes. I sit and she turns to put her legs on the table in front of the couch. I think: That’s not the best but much better. I ask for a kiss as reward. She’s angry/…

…/There’s something with my dad/…

My daughter slammed the bathroom door when I was recalling the segments of this dream. That blocked my recall while I was remembering more details and lost the rest of the dream

Fragment 1

…/I’m heading to the end of a low illuminated dark brown corridor with dark green doors on the sides. In stead of a wall at the end, there’s a section of a conveyor belt crossing the way from left to right. The corridor is 3 plates of the conveyor belt bright. This part of the corridor is better illuminated with white lights above the machinery.
There are old but well preserved hard cover brown books on each plate and I’m filling the plates with more books to get piles of three books on each plate while the conveyor moves on. I finish to set the piles and turn to do something else to my left. Looks like I’m very concentrated in some task at work/…

I woke up remembering these scene, and wondered if I should consider it as a theme related fragment for the competition, since such books can often be found in libraries. They might come from one, same as they might go there. One way or another must point into that direction. Anyway, I’m constantly handling the main components of a library although I’m not aware of that during the dream. So I think it could score for that. Working with basic components of a library. I could use these books and the conveyor belt under dream control circumstances, to get straight into a library. May be jumping on one of the plates

Then I considered to give it one more try and started to think about the fragment I remembered and fell asleep somewhere in the process

Fragment 2

…/I’m again in the corridor next to the conveyor belt. The sequence unfolds the same until I start to arrange more objects on the first books. This time I see what I’m arranging on them aren’t other books, it’s my folded clothing. And think: “So, they weren’t all books, there were my clothes as well” and put my pants on the old book to see it disappear to my right carried by the conveyor belt/…

Night 3

I didn’t recall any along the day until I opened the refrigerator to see my daughter didn’t buy any other cup of her apparently beloved dessert

…/I open the refrigerator to see my kid brought more cups of the dessert that she didn’t eat for more than a year and are still on the upper corner as a reminder to show her great love for it. I start complaining about that fact with sarcasms/…

Night 4

…/back in my teens, catching up with a friend. He’s talking about his father and how he killed him because of he didn’t want to hear his arguments/…

…/It’s a huge house, I’m walking all around looking for something, possibly recollecting something, not sure. We have to set all in order and there are still two circles left to be finished/…

…/I’m on the street, close to one of the campus of the university of my youth, performing sort of sorcery or ritual with somebody dressed with long hooded clothings. We’re drawing big circles on the floor, with a broom that leaves a line of characters on the floor, turning our body 360 degrees to paint the whole circle with lines that must be perfectly matched in order to have a continuous closed line. It must avoid the evil spirits to come in or something like that. It reminds me an old film about an apprentice that has to spend 3 nights closed in a locked room with a coffin containing the dead body of a witch. I see the signs that form the border of the circle, twist at my will to match their ends. Some characters look like ‘m’s other are just straight lines. I have to finish two more circles of those/…

…/In the kitchen, somebody is washing the dishes and putting them on the dish holder. Turns it downwards and all of the cutlery falls on the floor. I come out of the kitchen and find a coworker is about to get into the bathroom. I stop her to tell something and cannot avoid the impulse to kiss her. She kisses me back and with a gentle push she shows me that she’s in a hurry/…