Inside. Two women want to locate a man during one day, somehow they are assigned to the task. They are using huge maps, maybe 10 times 8 meter. They look like thin carpets, and are bound like a book. So every hour (or even more frequently), the location of the man is marked on one of these pages/maps laying on the floor, then another one is turned over. After some time, there is a thick pile of ... pages, a block. I remark this isn't really 3D. The coordinates of the location are visible as two markings on the edge of the pages.
I wonder how the pages can be turned over automatically at even intervals, and with my thought there appears some machine to do it.
This is more than just a map, in some way the man is really in there, but not entirely.

I'm sitting in a provisional hut with a group of men around my age. It may be we are hiding, but no time to think, a shot rings and one of the men is hit in the shoulder, bleeding. I see he already suffered multiple wounds, they are still fresh. He has a dark complexion and curly black and grey hair, deranged, sweating.
There is an outcry in the group, but he silences everybody, by getting up ...

In the dream, I am renovating an old, old house that I've purchased. There's a problem with the electricity and wiring. One bulb that is part of a wall sconce will light up, but the switch that you need to use to turn it on and off will give you a zap of electricity. My dad doesn't want to touch it. He says that I'll be okay if I use a rubber glove, but I've returned to the room with a wooden spoon and give the light switch a whack.

An advertisement, a page in portrait format. A title written on the top. Many objects we can acquire. They are displayed in nearly orderly rows and columns. Maybe around 20. Three tickets as a bonus at the bottom of the page. The background maybe brownish - yellow, made to look vintage. Also the title is kind of old style artful handwriting.

I'm sitting on a dock far away from the shore. I have various items floating on the water. I'm in a tranquil mood, as if writing in a journal. Not right this moment, but it is that same mood. Suddenly, the single drum stick floating on the water, moved two yards away. I can no longer reach it. I will have to swim for it. My dad, who's half in the water, but also half in another overlaid space, ...

Sitting quietly in the back room (house resembling the Appingedam one), suddenly a car breaks through the wall of the front room. I'm at a safe distance. What marvels me is that the car breaks out an entire tableau, the height of the car, yet almost twice its width. That entire block remains whole. The rest of the wall remains very neatly whole as well. It puzzles me. I wonder if it means something.

ARRIVING

I can already see the destination in the opposite corner of this large square. Or, at least, the entrance. Most of it is underground. I see slighly worn out diagonal paths over the brick square, and they shine just a little. I can slide over them. I give it a little try. Yes, I could slide the entire way. Unfortunately, two women in front of me are on that same path. They haven't quite ...

I'm phasing in and out of dreaming, I'm lucidly aware. There is a vessel of energy, an otherworldly or extraterrestrial ship radiating so much color and joy. It is coming and going. It's presence is so much stronger and clearer than the grey and murky life here on earth, the buildings and beings that lie numb in the shade on earth's crust.
Of course I love the light, but a part of me wants to let the darkness live, like it were an endangered species. Like I need it to be really human.

The street in front of the Kropswolde house is littered with some kind of nuts that I don't recognize. Which is strange, because I know these trees don't carry nuts. Never mind. There's a guy behind me on the driveway and I propose that we try to throw these nuts at the trunks of the trees. I start and of course miss. It's immediately followed by a loud sound. I look behind me. How did he ... immediately manage to hit the trunk, and why is it so loud?!

"Why are you in such a hurry? Wait, why are you in such a hurry?"

I just stepped from the street onto the pavement, focused on getting somewhere fast. I turn around. What I see makes me pause. There's a small man, a foot high at most. He's running after me, as fast as he can.

"At least take this scepter!"

I bend towards the little man. Without any ceremony he puts a scepter in my hand. It is of course his size, not mine. It's about the size of my hand, plain, made out of wood, with a little knob on top, but no further embellishments. I feel honored. I guess he feels I should have one. When I look up, he's gone.

During the break I take a walk around the entire building. It has a layout exactly like the mall in Hoogezand. I notice that. There are fun events going on in various other locales, with people that I like.

I make it full circle back to the room where we were watching the movie. Everybody left. The chairs have disappeared. I ask "is it over?" Yes, it is.

That is weird. Perhaps there were only ... 5-10 minutes left and the finished watching while I was on my walk.

Friends take my husband and me on a trip. They want to drive us to their favorite place in their car, which we don't know yet. It is a huge pond, half natural, half artificial, beautifully embedded in the surrounding landscape. There are strange creatures in the crystal clear water. Worm-like creatures that build conical dwellings out of mud. Fish with flexible chameleon eyes ... I discover the drain: it is a colored elongated funnel. I know that the water is returned to the pond through an invisible fontaine ...The water reflects different colours: different shades of blue ...
intense pink and magenta are very striking....

The autoped handles like a longer skateboard, even though it has two wheels instead of four and a steer on the front wheel. I don't need to step; it goes all on its own. I like how I can swirl around through the crowd, out here on the streets and the squares.

Somebody, a young woman, sits in my path. I decide that I can do a jump, by reaching back and grabbing the plank close to the back wheel. It works out splendidly.

"I was in California", I announce to my  family, when I arrive back home. They look shocked. Meanwhile I'm wondering how we are related, as I don't recognize them. I was in California, and now I'm back at the East Coast. That I know.

"I visited a museum", I start. I want to add that it wasn't expensive. The entire trip was only $200. Wait, for a child, that is not cheap. 

They look fully reassured and don't even look at me anymore. No need to say more. Okay, that went easy.

I hold the frightened deer, sitting behind it. All the other animals have disappeared, completely, they no longer exist.

My sister stands in front of the deer, trying to come nearer. I tell her not to do that. It's too much. My sister disagrees, because if I'm holding it, she can try to get closer to it. Not a good idea. I feel the animal's fear increasing the more my sister tries to come closer.

Riding a street, which gets steeper and steeper, vertical. I have to climb it, pull myself up with bare hands, while the street is like folding. I manage the strange mechanism, I strain my body and sense my belly muscles. I succeed and make it to the top. I'm angry. Now I made it up here, I'll go find and scold those responsible.

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Outside on the street with a group. like family? I'm ... finding a quartz stone, then a beautiful quartz crystal, and fossils of shells and snails, ammonites in heaps of earth on the side of this newly tarred street. I can hardly believe, but I think I find so much, because the ground has just been dug out from the depths. Then I see a piece of a wall or relief, at first I think Roman or Greek, but that would certainly be too unlikely. I look closer and it may be art nouveau. That would make sense for Germany. I've fallen behind, my family already half a mile in front, uphill.
I'm entering a building, and put all my findings on a table, it is just too much to carry. There are more people around, and a huge man with black hair is animating others for a group dance, gesturing and pushing me to the start of the line, and I give in, move, and turn. We are dancing through this space in a cue, having a good time.

The birds appear in front of my office window, at the second floor. They are so nearby that looking at the window is like looking at a magnificent painting. They move around but the entire visual looks tranquil. I need, need, need to capture this on a photo.

I have my phone and start tapping, slide left, slide up and hold two seconds, tap, slide right. God damn it. Stupid modern technology. I ... accidentally drop my phone on the ground, outside.

Two people stand facing each other two meters apart. There's a third one on the same axis. I stand next to the axis, looking at the one talking. He tells the other that there's another person hiding in here. There is that one standing behind him. The who was addressed, points that out. It is not about that third one.

I believe there is another third one, standing behind the second person. I'm ... not sure.

In front of me is a huge block of ice filling my entire field of vision. It is clear, and starting to melt. Inside of it all kinds of insects, colorful. One of them a lady bug. I see them large and clear. The sight makes me sad. I'm not sure if the insects will live.

Later on trying to go back into the dream, I follow a trail of dripping water and find connections to the Amazon forest story, but forgot the details.

It looks like a large and thick magazine, but the bottom quarter of it contains a true random number generator. The top three quarters of it is internally separate, but the number generator knows what happens.

We immediately feel that this is a tremendously powerful gadget. It's mine. I understand that Marije - who is here - decided that it needs to be protected. It needed to have some magic spells, which she already applied.

After only a short period, it turns out that the magic spells didn't work. The device was unprotected all the while. The people around me are upset, but I don't understand the exact risks of it. Besides, the device is still here.

I have seen the planet from outer space with its energy field...there were vortexes...I was with a group and somebody gave us information about the changes in the energy field and how we can have an effect on it...it was awesome

Walking away from the initiative, then back to it again. I can help. She asked others to bring maggots - I imagine I can find worms. That will help them to feel welcome. I walk towards her house.

I find myself in the backyard of my house, which is off a street at the other side of the main road through this neighborhood. I notice that there's one working in the garden. I'm relieved he's here and how reassuring his behavior is. Just like us. He stands up and looks over the fence.

"Goedemorgen, hoe gaat het?" or "good morning, how does it fare?", he says.

I answer "heel goed". "Very good". He repeats my answer as if to taste what it means and whether I'm meaning it. I do.

I can do it one more time, but having it done just before, I now scare away from it. I lost myself the previous time, when I completely became another person in the dream.

Entering the field, I notice I can move big rocks around with my mind. They respond very easily to my intentions and can also accelerate their movements dangerously fast. There's a woman here, a mother with her children possibly nearby. I'd better keep those flying rocks at a safe distance from her. She's also here to play with the rocks, I suspect.

I suddenly remember another dream or experience, with Scotty, where the instant response was even stronger. It was a different dimension, where I felt more confident. Or actually, freer to experiment.

I'm standing on an open, two wing window, seemingly on the first floor. I somehow got aware of news around the moon, and she is falling on the earth. It is explained through the moon stopping her orbital movement, so she will inevitably crash.
I look out at the full moon standing high. No, she doesn't seem to get larger. And if, will she hit around here?
I turn and have a skype call with my ... son, talking about something unrelated. Two or three other adults kind of "wake me up", pointing to the sky again. The moon is gone. In the distance to my right side I see a faint red - golden glow, it is where they think she has impacted. I know this is no local problem, but the end of the world. I wait for the earth to shake with the impact, but nothing happens. Nevertheless I feel doomed, and wake up.

It feels like a truly big and nice place. Condensed, concentrated, comfortable. There's no time.

While coming out of it, I realize that anything could come out of this place and end up anywhere in any time, whether in the far past on our planet, or in some other time who knows where.

Who would have thought. I'm looking around the large square room. I'm guest at this neighborhood meeting that plays out in a space only to be reached through somebody's private house. I like the general casual and friendly mood of this community.

I decide to wander around a bit. Hallway after hallway I arrive in another community room. I've sat down on one of the chairs in the circle. Two or ... three people are making music. One drums and another one plays the horn. There's such a full and complex sound that I suspect some others are playing along, but I can't quite tell. Most of the seats are available. Great exciting and uplifting music as well.

I hear a woman calling me for help. As I turn around the corner I see this beautiful woman of around thirty with long plain brunette hair laying on a bed, supine. The space is all white, also the bedding.
Her left hand is stretched out, hanging over the bed frame, like she were fainting. A newborn is slipping, rolling from her hand, a naked tiny bundle. In a flash I hurry there, and feel I'm ... not prepared, I feel unable to hold this fragile handful of life in my hands, which feel thick and rigid like made of stone.
Nevertheless I grab it as tenderly as I can, pick it up, hold it close to my heart, with my clumsy hands. Also my chest feels like stone, at first. The love and shock I'm feeling is beyond words. We are melting. Everything is melting. I wake up shaken.