Date: 13-01-2019
Last night I dreamt I was going back to the student dorm in Amersfoort, either to live there or to visit. I got back into my old room which was exactly as it was when I used to live there before. Same furniture, same stuff. There were a lot of new people living there now, but also a few of the old core members. There were subtle changes in scenery and rules, but over all I got the same vibes from that place. Good vibes. The location of the house was a different place now though. I was situated at a local shopping centre.
It was a sunny day. My brother was waiting outside. I had to get something from inside the house before going somewhere with him. There was no hallway in the house now, so all the rooms just linked together via doors. As I went inside there were many house mates inside cheering my name as I entered the room, all happy to see me. I then saw my old neighbour from when I lived here before; RS. It looked like I had entered his room on my way to mine. The dream was a little bit lucid in a way, but not nearly completely. But I do recall I had my full faculties as I talked to him, calmly.
He said: “Huh? What are you doing here?” There was a bit of judgement in his tone, but I had every right to be here; a place I have discovered so much about myself and grown so much spiritually. I was going to answer him but just as I wanted to his gay partner bumped into me with his shoulder, coming from my back, and while doing so simultaneously said: “Oh sorry.” indicating this was done on purpose to signal he disliked me. But his bump didn’t even move me a little. I stood firm and his action almost resulted in him tripping, though he could catch his balance back.
It was a bit humiliating for him, and I added to that by simply greeting him: “Hello JK…” Without saying anything back he moved out of the room again. I stared him out of the room as he walked off, then looked at RS again, who’s question I hadn’t yet answered. But instead of answering his question, I just said: “You were always slightly less anti-social one.” I phrased it differently in Dutch, but the direct translation doesn’t capture this meaning. What I said in Dutch was a subtle way of saying the above. And RS picked up on that message and looked away in shame.
I got what I needed and went back outside. There my brother was still waiting for me, but he was now in the company of a younger version of me. Younger me was in his twenties I think. And both these two guys were joking how fun it would be if the three of us would show up at mom and dad’s place. I laughed dismissively: “Come on, guys. You know me. That ain’t gonna happen.” But my brother and younger me weren’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer, and they jokingly were ‘going to kidnap me’. My brother had a large stick, like a broomstick but bigger, and he had rope.
They were going to tie me up native American style, hand and feet tied to the stick, and then carry me there. It was a hilarious idea, and although I did not want to go to mom and dad, I was going to play along with this plan. So as we all laughed and joked together, they would “tie me up” and I resisted not: “Do what you guys have to do. Fate will decide if I end up visiting them.” So they had me tied up, and lifted the stick with me hanging there like a tree sloth. But it was quite a heavy task, and it didn’t help we were all laughing hysterically. We just couldn’t stop laughing at the idea of walking onto their driveway with an “abducted” me, like; here we brought him to you.
And to make matters even more hilarious, the rope would sometimes come loose, meaning they had to tie me up again. I even helped them as we couldn’t focus cause of all the jokes we came up with. But after a while as the laughter slowly died down they found that this task was impossible. I was too heavy to carry all the way to them. My brother said: “Alright. This ain’t going to work.” My younger me agreed. The three of us walked back to the train station, playing out sketches of how mom and dad would have reacted to the arrival of this delegation. We were laughing our socks off again.
