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I was walking with Laura on some train tracks. Only super small trains were passing. One was coming from behind and I shouted to Laura to move but she wouldn't listen! Next thing I know there was a huge ravage and I couldn't find her, I was running all over the tracks to find her under the small debris and I finally found her by some trees. "What the hell were you thinking? You could have died!" "Yeah yeah I'm fine." We went on until we reached this playground/camping, I don't know which. It consisted of a bathhouse where a Chinese woman was peeing in a bathtub that was just lying around outside. I walked passed and fell in the tub, her pee was dark and she laughed. I immediately climbed out and I could hear her talking to her husband, saying that I was so incredibly tall, that Dutch people are so tall! She was speaking Dutch herself. "I'm actually not particularly tall for a Dutch person, I'm just average, I'm 1m70" I replied when overhearing her (while in fact I'm 3 centimeters taller). I walked on because I was on the run.

I was with a group of people, we were breaking in in a house, it looked like my parents' house, well only the kitchen. We were looking for something, we were inspecting wires, all corners of the house. The floors were made of light wood. We heard somebody coming in so we were escaping through the kitchen and garage, but I was too late. I had some troubles turning off the lights in the kitchen, there were several light switches, when I turned almost everything off, the final switch turned some other lights on again, it was an impossible task. A drawer was open and some of my bra's were hanging on a chair. A blonde woman came in and I pretended to have an interest in my bra's. I shuffled a vest and the bra's around a bit and I left without doing anything. A pumped up man came home, it was dark and the streetlights were burning. The driveway was very long and at the end there was a golden gate. "What are you doing here?" he asked me as I passed by, obviously nervous. I walked further to the limousine awaiting me at those golden bars, if only I could get there without more trouble.. "I just needed one of my bra's for tonight", I pulled down my shirt a bit to show him the bra I was wearing - the bra I was wearing all along, but what does he know? At that point one of my accomplices got out of the limousine, he had switched outfits with the driver, he now wore a suit and sunglasses, and a nice tan. He asked me if I got what I needed and I said yes. He signaled me to get into the car, "let's get you into that evening dress I bought for you". I smiled at my ex boyfriend before getting into the limousine, hoping he would buy the story. Everyone was cramped on one side, so he wouldn't see there were more people inside when I opened the door. Before we drove off I opened the window and said "give my best to your lovely wife Cindy" and gave my purest fake smile.

At my elementary school there was a play, stage, red curtains, everything. I was putting in place the chairs. I made a weird pattern. rows of chairs, but in triangular blocks. On the side of the room there were clocks, antique clocks. I remember I dreamt about a similar situation once, but it was such a long time ago that I don't really remember what happened. Once I dreamt about the back corner of that auditorium, being stuck between all the metal of the bookstands that were put there when something was going on. Or did this really happen? Another time I looked outside the window and there was something about a game, a red ball in the playground? And autumn, yes autumn. Anyway, the play. I was on the stage, behind one of the curtains, waiting for the show to start. Before every show, just right before an hour of acting and not being your true self would start, every player would let out their final true and honest desire, not for the public to see. It disturbed and fascinated me at the same time. These desires, but also the total acceptance or tolerance of this.

I remember a dream of escaping the stage trough the backdoor of the stage, to find my best friend and her boyfriend kissing. I remember a dream I had years and years ago about going to the girls' bathroom close to there, and the fattest boy of the class was hung horizontally from all limbs from the ceiling because he always made his best friend do everything for him. I remember another dream running all the way through school to the other auditorium/gym, I don't know what I did there, something starting one one side, was it a race? And then I was off to classes 1, 2 and 3.

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 We went on until we reached this playground/camping, I don't know which. It consisted of a bathhouse where a Chinese woman was peeing in a bathtub that was just lying around outside. I walked passed and fell in the tub, her pee was dark and she laughed. I immediately climbed out and I could hear her talking to her husband, saying that I was so incredibly tall, that Dutch people are so tall! She was speaking Dutch herself. "I'm actually not particularly tall for a Dutch person, I'm just average, I'm 1m70" I replied when overhearing her (while in fact I'm 3 centimeters taller). I walked on because I was on the run.
-I was with a group of people, we were breaking in in a house, it looked like my parents' house, well only the kitchen. We were looking for something, we were inspecting wires, all corners of the house. The floors were made of light wood. We heard somebody coming in so we were escaping through the kitchen and garage, but I was too late. I had some troubles turning off the lights in the kitchen, there were several light switches, when I turned almost everything off, the final switch turned some other lights on again, it was an impossible task. A drawer was open and some of my bra's were hanging on a chair. A blonde woman came in and I pretended to have an interest in my bra's. I shuffled a vest and the bra's around a bit and I left without doing anything. A man came home, it was dark and the streetlights were burning. The driveway was very long and at the end there was a golden gate. "What are you doing here?" he asked me as I walked passed by, obviously nervous. I walked further to the limousine awaiting me at those golden bars, if only I could get there without more trouble.. "I just needed one of my bra's for tonight", I pulled down my shirt a bit to show him the bra I was wearing - the bra I was wearing all along, but what does he know? At that point one of my accomplices got out of the limousine, he had switched outfits with the driver, he now wore a suit and sunglasses, and a nice tan. He asked me if I got what I needed and I said yes. He signaled me to get into the car, "let's get you into that evening dress I bought for you". I smiled at my ex boyfriend before getting into the limousine, hoping he would buy the story. Everyone was cramped on one side, so he wouldn't see there were more people inside when I opened the door. Before we drove off I opened the window and said "give my best to your lovely wife Cindy" and gave my purest fake smile.
+I was with a group of people, we were breaking in in a house, it looked like my parents' house, well only the kitchen. We were looking for something, we were inspecting wires, all corners of the house. The floors were made of light wood. We heard somebody coming in so we were escaping through the kitchen and garage, but I was too late. I had some troubles turning off the lights in the kitchen, there were several light switches, when I turned almost everything off, the final switch turned some other lights on again, it was an impossible task. A drawer was open and some of my bra's were hanging on a chair. A blonde woman came in and I pretended to have an interest in my bra's. I shuffled a vest and the bra's around a bit and I left without doing anything. A pumped up man came home, it was dark and the streetlights were burning. The driveway was very long and at the end there was a golden gate. "What are you doing here?" he asked me as I passed by, obviously nervous. I walked further to the limousine awaiting me at those golden bars, if only I could get there without more trouble.. "I just needed one of my bra's for tonight", I pulled down my shirt a bit to show him the bra I was wearing - the bra I was wearing all along, but what does he know? At that point one of my accomplices got out of the limousine, he had switched outfits with the driver, he now wore a suit and sunglasses, and a nice tan. He asked me if I got what I needed and I said yes. He signaled me to get into the car, "let's get you into that evening dress I bought for you". I smiled at my ex boyfriend before getting into the limousine, hoping he would buy the story. Everyone was cramped on one side, so he wouldn't see there were more people inside when I opened the door. Before we drove off I opened the window and said "give my best to your lovely wife Cindy" and gave my purest fake smile.
 At my elementary school there was a play, stage, red curtains, everything. I was putting in place the chairs. I made a weird pattern. rows of chairs, but in triangular blocks. On the side of the room there were clocks, antique clocks. I remember I dreamt about a similar situation once, but it was such a long time ago that I don't really remember what happened. Once I dreamt about the back corner of that auditorium, being stuck between all the metal of the bookstands that were put there when something was going on. Or did this really happen? Another time I looked outside the window and there was something about a game, a red ball in the playground? And autumn, yes autumn.