Date: 11-03-2021
Where this dream started was fuzzy. A lot of things had already transpired from where I was able to pick up memories of this dream, but I forgot them, or they were too abstract to remember. We (me and a group of friends) we walking in a cosy little street with shops on either side in some kind of tropical place. The shops all had stalls in front of their display windows, where they sold additional products. In the dream I knew all the people in our group, but I can only name my mother as one of them I actually know in this live. While we were browsing around I saw one of the teachers of a former school I went to (ROCMN). Her name is JdJ.
The moment she saw me she looked back at me with an angry face. I knew what this was about. (Something happened at that school a long time ago. Long story. I was in the right.) But I did not feel any shame or guilt about it, as I knew I had done the right thing back then. Nevertheless I was happy to see her, and greeted her. Twice, as she did not reply the first time. She tried to maintain a disapproving angry demeanour towards me, but the second time I greeted her in my friendly manner I broke through that wall, and she relaxed and smiled.
She asked me (in English, for some reason): “Willem, do you safe up money on a savings account?” I answered this to her in Dutch: “Yes I do. At least, I do when I can.” This wasn’t completely true. She answered: “If you can. Hmmmm. That’s good.” I followed up with a question of my own: “Quite a personal question. Why do you wish to know this?” She smiled: “Oh, I don’t care to know the information, I was just curious whether you would answer honestly.” I hadn’t.
We moved on. I now met a girl with long dark hair. Quite a cute girl. She was about my age. I knew her in the dream. She was happy to see me, and I was happy to see her too. We went into a restaurant, and went out back where they had a sun terrace, and a small field of grass where kids could play and people could sit. On that grassy field were a lot of people, also many of who I knew. One of them was Luke. I have no idea who Luke is in real life but in the dream the girl and I had gone to the same school as Luke, and the three of us were in the same class. Luke was always a short child, but he was still short in his adult life, no more than 4 feet tall. He did get a good bit broader though, and therefore looked like a muscular school child.
I called out to him. He was actually playing with the young children there, even though he was an adult. Luke came over and we talked. I mentioned his height (or lack thereof) and Luke was quite at peace with it. He didn’t take offence where neither I meant any. But he often didn’t hear me well, and at one point I actually picked him up and carried him on my arm, like he was a child. I jokingly said: “Here, now you can see the world from my height.” He laughed: “Yeah, this is much better.”
I walked a few paces towards the girl I was with. The three of us talked until a group of children ran past us, emersed in a play. Luke jumped off my arm and joined them in their play. The girl giggled: “Look at him. He looks just like a kid!” I laughed too: “Yeah, he hasn’t changed much. He did get more muscular though. He looks like a kid that has been bench pressing for the Olympic games.” We laughed together and watched Luke and the kids play. Luke was totally fine with who he was. Truly admirable.
The girl I was with wanted to cuddle. A friendly cuddle, to be clear. We found my mother’s old rocking chair inside the restaurant and we crawled into it together. But my mom was in the restaurant too, and she had overheard us talking, and wanted to join us. Since it was her chair we didn’t feel like we could refuse her, so the three of us crawled into the chair. Though the chair was big, it would probably already have been quite cosy with just the two of us. Since my mother was not nearly as skinny as the girl and I, it was simply uncomfortable for all of us. I quickly decided that I did not want this, and neither did the girl. I had to pee, so that was a perfect excuse to go, and the girl went with.
The restaurant was now actually the living room of my old house where that chair used to be. The rest of the furniture matched the time of when that rocking chair stood there. I went out, and went upstairs to the upstairs bathroom. Upstairs, things had drastically changed. It looked like some kind of lookout post, with a large glass pain facing the street. I sat down on the toilet, but immediately noticed curtains being drawn aside in the houses on the other side of the street. People had seen me. But then I noticed a curtain rail above the glass window, and that rail went all the way to the back of the toilet. Behind the toilet bowl I saw the same burgundy curtains as we had downstairs, and I drew them closed. That almost went sideways because there was no stopper at the end of the rail, but I was able to fix that. When I was finished I still wasn’t relieved. I still had to go.
I went outside now, where I joined the group of people I was with earlier. It was dark now. We walked into the direction of the adjacent street. On that street was a kind of parade ongoing. But nothing about the parade was fun. Everyone was bored and it was very unspectacular and dull. It was organised by the government to give us something to look forward to during lockdowns. But it was stupendously shitty. It ended with a fireworks show, but it was increasingly evident that everyone agreed that it was even more shitty than the shitty parade. Nobody cared. Compared to my fireworks shows, this was child’s play. Since the lockdowns, fireworks had been forbidden in NL. In the dream I came to the realisation I might never again make such a show with large calibre fireworks. It had been abolished.
The parade now over, I saw some of my old fireworks in a box on the street, like I had forgotten to bring them in last year and they had just stood there all year. I said to the others: “With only this little box I could’ve made something more impressive than that shitty show we just saw.” There were a lot of young children among our number, and so I lighted some of my fireworks to improve the mood. They loved it! Then all my friends got onto the back of a cart pulled by a tractor, that slowly drove off, crossing the street. My friends called my name and signalled me to join them. I jumped on, and it moved off. In the air we could still see the smoke of the shitty fireworks show.
But looking at the smoke we now also saw the stars were out, and they were truly pretty. Too pretty, I’d say, like it was fake. It looked like an over exposed deep space telescope photo, all across the sky. We could see stars, planets, nebulas, galaxies. You name it we saw it. But then I noticed something. Something truly bizarre. There was a dog in the air. It was walking, in mid air. It was at a height about where the smoke was, and it was walking into the direction of the smoke, like there was an invisible glass pane there. I pointed the dog out to everyone: “Check this out! Look! There’s a dog in the sky! How did it get over there?” We all stared at it confused and wondering. We didn’t understand how this could happen. It was so strange!
Someone mentioned that they had seen that exact dog with us on ground level when the parade was ongoing. I too recalled that when they mentioned this. I thought to myself: “Do these government faggots have something to do with this?” Cause I did not understand what I was seeing, and how it was possible. I also didn’t know if this dog was hurt by this. Was it perhaps dead and trapped in a world in between ours and the realm of the dead? Was this a secret government experiment? I didn’t know exactly what had caused this, but I was quite certain I was looking at something I was not allowed to have seen, and it felt like something that some agency wanted to keep secret, and not some natural anomaly.
The tractor continued driving, and we eventually ended up in an unpleasant urban neighbourhood, but I don’t recall much of what happened there. When I woke up – you guessed it – I really had to take a leak, haha.
