Looking up through a window, or a set of windows in a house with former PCV couple, the husband in this couple showing me the view of the mountain tops, high peaks in sunlight and lightly covered in snow. The view was of course too grand from the windows in front of us. The wife somewhere behind us, telling us something, or jocularly teasing her husband about his procrastinating, putting off the hike for so long that the snow is almost gone. I said something about how I didn’t care so much for the snow, but that hiking is the thing for me. When I first moved to my flat, it was the very first thing I did, had not even unpacked the boxes, just shoved them in a room, used the bathroom, and then went on a hike in the green lowlands.
Then I’m in a car or a truck and the husband is giving me a ride back home.
Floating on my back in some dark lake or natural pool. It’s night time, no moon, no stars, but there’s light enough to see or know there’s a hippo and an alligator approaching, their eyes just popping out of the water. I guess I wasn’t scared, or didn’t care. When they got next to me they flipped over and floated on their backs, belly up. I thought they’re dead. Then a feeling of darkness, dread afterwards. . .
Next dream I’m in some dinner party. Two women rush out to leave, or I think they made excuses to go to the bathroom first maybe, but I knew they were leaving. I went after them. Outside they were already in the car, sitting in the back passenger seats. I didn’t want them to leave me. They told me I can get in, but I didn’t know where I would sit, so I asked if they wanted me to drive. But when I looked again they’re now sitting in the front seats, the driver seat occupied by one of the women, and the back seats were also occupied by their little kids in baby car-seats. Upon waking, didn’t care much to remember this dream. . .
In a room making out with a former German roommate back in HD. In the dream she seems much more forward or less inhibited, less quiet than in the outside world. She asks me if I wanted to have sex, or maybe her exact words were if I wanted to “fuck.” I said yeah and she goes to another room, presumably to the bedroom. Before I follow her, I watch some porn on a laptop. It doesn’t turn me on, so I go to the other room. I see her lying on the bed softly snoring. I think she’s pretending to sleep. I hop on the bed, clamber to the windows to pull down the blinds. The blinds aren’t yet fully closed, but we’re already kissing. I feel her lips on my lips. I feel her neck on my lips. She says, “Eat me.” I go down on her.
In some dry forest camp. There’s toilet paper on the bathtub. I try to escape then come back for the two women. We go, or I take them into another room to have sex, an inner room where the men outside won’t see us. The latch on the door won’t close it completely, won’t keep the door closed. I knew this already about the faulty door, and so give up trying to lock it.
Then I’m outside the room again. There are wine bottles on the floor. I try to steal them, drink them. One wine bottle in a box I pull out had the label “Chiba” or “Shiba.” I try it, didn’t taste anything. Then this guy, a character from the netflix series “Good Girls,” Ruby’s husband the cop, he catches me. Or he just finds me out and drinks with me. He sees that “Chiba” has been opened and tries to hide it or keep it in some cupboard/closet. I try to give him the cork, explain to him it’s better to drink it all sooner than later now that it’s opened, else it’ll turn to vinegar.
I’m walking up a street, going to get groceries. Our housekeeper, I assume, is with me but ahead of me, to help in carrying the bags of groceries. I run into three of my CV female students. One approaches me, tells me something I think in kriolu. I try to explain to her in portuguese that I’ve lost much of my kriolu. She doesn’t seem to be listening, of maybe she is listening just not responding as she comes closer and closer. She gives me a slightly wet kiss, no tongue. Not too deep, not too long. I was like she just wanted to greet me, a hi, hello kiss, but in a very sensual way. Our housekeeper seems to be long gone, and I explain to my CV student I have to go. She smiles a quiet smile as we part. I wondered if she was drunk. Atop a hill I’ve not only lost my housekeeper, I was also lost. I sat on the sidewalk and tried to use google maps on a phone to see where the closest supermarket would be.
Then I’m in some apartment room with my sister, or a sister in the dream as I don’t have one in the outside world. She was having me try on some fashionable clothes. My dad, or a dad, was there, too, and he also had to try on her recommendations. I guess my attire was too drab: a brown sort of fleece, military jacket and a black leather over coat jacket. My sister gave me a white shirt with some sort of blue square print on the front. And then a transparent, yellow blouse, feminine, made out of polyester or maybe even plastic. And then she gave me a smaller, more tight-fitting black leather jacket. I showed her I already have one. She was criticizing us for being out of style. I think I was accommodating, trying on her recommendations, but when I criticized her back, telling her she’s not really seeing the clothes we already have, that she has an image of us that doesn’t really fit who we are, she wasn’t very happy and sulked outside the room. I tried to appease her, I think, by telling her it no longer bothers me when she’s bossy, I just wanted her to see the facts. . .
Walking down a street in some European city, Lisbon, maybe. A cousin of mine driving a tricycle (non-motorized) with a passenger passes by. I’m not sure if I should say hi to her, didn’t want to embarrass her. But she herself says hi, or maybe I did. She comes over. I’m in front of a large, dark-wooden antique door. I recognize it a my place, my house. There’s a buzzer button encased in limestone green ornamental. I press it.
There was a house, two kids look through a closet mirror, wipe it to see more clearly. The older boy sees he can walk through it, as he passes through on the other side he’s a small lion. The other kid, a girl, also passes through and on the other side is a small female mountain lion. In this “other” house inside the mirror they meet a dad and his kid making or baking some sort of dough with honey and sliced up apples on top. The sibling lions can’t wait to get back on the other side again, to their own house, to tell their other siblings. . .
Something else before this dream I just remembered, the view is outside from some high balcony, like the balcony in front of our flat in the outside “real” world, but higher. There’s some sort of satellite that’s just taken off. The perspective is now maybe more like from a drone, following the satellite from a distance, and I see more close up that the satellite in lift-off is the shape of the coronavirus, but the color is white and grey. I wondered how it would get through to outer space if it is that rounded shape, and then it started to float down. I thought it would crash land and explode behind some building, but it took on some sort of rocket, missile-shaped attached to its side, and it started to lift off again. But it didn’t get very high at all before the rocket detached itself. I never saw it actually get through to outer space.
In Disneyland with a bunch of kids. I was annoyed. By the kids and by the place. Didn’t really wanna be there. . . Before this dream, remembering now, there was a bit where I was trying to figure out what to advise a fellow Camino pilgrim about when she should leave, or that she should be at the airport about 3 hours before the flight, which means leaving by 4am. When we leave Disneyland there’s a guard that checked my body, ordered me to pull out my pants to see if I’ve got anything hidden. Felt angry, violated. Then the next dream I’m trying to figure out my zodiac map/chart, ascension, and whatnot. . . I didn’t really understand it.
I was I think at the beach, climbing up some boulders. At one concave, like a grotto, the sand was purplish pink. Ashen-yet-shining smooth lava rocks were stacked up, like natural sculptures of towers. The contrast between dark and light grey against the almost-neon purple-pink sand was beautiful, a synthesis of art and nature. I wanted to take a picture of it. I clambered up around the boulders surrounding this grotto of towers to get better angles/perspectives for the photo. There were a bunch of kids around. They were asking me something, or telling me something. I was bothered by them as I just wanted to take a picture. But upon second look at the grotto and the towers, it changed into a flat sort of checker board. The kids were putting pieces on it, other rocks, a branch or twig, also taking other pieces from it. Trying to make it look beautiful, I guess, but it just looked barren and messy.
Scrolling through instagram. I stop at a post by –, the comment to which she tags a couple of guys with the handles @stuartsomething and @paulsomething or maybe @ronsomething. I’m not sure about the second guy, but I remember feeling upset, wondering who are these guys Paul Stuart or Ron Paul?
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