Date: 20-06-2015
This was such a weird dream. I was with a group of people. Generic students. I didn’t know them, but I did know our leader. It was GJM; a biology teacher from the university. Our task was to look for certain items. The location shifted while we were searching. It was sometimes my student dorm house, but also a large square castle. It was a very forested area. In the area where we were searching were also other people. I recall seeing an old pupil of mine from when I was a teacher myself. She was with a girlfriend. Her presence had no baring on the story, it was just another familiar face.
GJM gave me a little wooden box painted black. In this box was a little device, which looked like an ankle bracelet for someone on house arrest. Putting this ankle bracelet on would give its wearer the ability to fly. He gave it to me and assigned me the task to look for “the keys”, of which there were seven in total. We needed these keys to start the engines of our spacecraft. With an obvious lack of skill I tried to fly, but I stumbled through the air, untrained, going from wall to wall, tower to tower, tree to tree.
I was trying to impress my former pupil, but she wasn’t really paying attention to me. And after observing her for a while I realised that she and her friend too were looking for items, and so was everyone there who was not with our group. But they had no idea what these items were for; they were just collecting them for the fun of it. We on the other hand really needed these items in order to get back to our home planet. Finding the seven keys now became a serious necessity, and not some fun quest. I already had found six of them. Only one to go.
I went inside the building and was suddenly completely naked, as if I only just realised I hadn’t worn any clothes all this time. Somewhere in the building a door opened, and I rushed away, flying into the staircase. I didn’t want anyone to see me, cause I had no way of explaining what I was doing in any sensible way. “Yeah, I’m flying here naked, looking for keys to start the spaceship of my biology teacher.” Nobody would understand this. I flew to my own room in the dorm house, where I was going to get dressed. I saw my door, but as I flew close the door of my neighbour, VB, opened.
But it wasn’t her who opened the door. Instead in the open door stood a completely naked T (my friend from the university) and he was drying himself with a towel. Apparently he had taken a shower in our bathroom, which he had stated was one of the best showers he’d ever had, some time ago in the real world. I entered my room, which was now a really tiny room instead of the spacious studio it actually is. It only had one table, and three chairs. T entered behind me and sat down on one of the chairs. I was uncomfortable because both of us were in the nude. I’m a little shy.
Then an even older friend of mine entered; a guy I knew from high school, JC. And JC reminisced about our joke routines: “Hey, do you remember our jokes about ‘Hennie’?” We laughed and laughed, until I suddenly realised I was neglecting my very important quest to look for the seven keys. I looked at my key chain, and counted the number of keys I had found. Were there six or seven keys? For some reason I had great difficulty with counting the keys. Sometimes I counted six, and sometimes I counted seven. I was unable to get a sure count, so I flew to GJM to help me count.
Somehow I was no longer naked, as if being in my room had corrected this automatically. Or maybe I had put on clothes but just don’t remember doing it. But I flew through the hallway looking for a way out of the house. Outside I found GJM and he helped me to count the keys, which somehow was a difficult task even for him. But he counted seven! I was relieved, cause if he had counted six I thought maybe he would be disappointed in me. I didn’t want that, but wanted him to be proud of me.
But then we looked at some kind of metal box. It might’ve been brass or some alloy containing copper. It looked a big like a padlock, but it had several key holes. The holes were numbered, 1 to 7, but also another: The “M” key. “We’re still one short.” Said GJM. “Now what?” I asked concerned. “Oh, wait a second.” GJM replied, who took out his own keys from his pocket: “The M key, I have one of those myself.” He took it off the ring and handed it to me with his signature big smile: “Here it is!” Now we had all the keys to open the box. The dream ended here.
