User:Mirjam Dissel/2nd of November 2011

I was renting a place in Arnhem on the Steenstraat, which is actually the street inbetween the room I rented and the room my friend Petra rented. The place had a fifties style bar, used for selling ice cream. The establishment on the right of it was under construction, it was some sort of cafe or nightclub thing. From the top of my bar (there was a ladder + some sort of construction where you could walk on) I could see into the other place, they had the same style bar, if you would tear down the walls the bar was oval shaped. Apparently after the fifties the place was split up and rented out as two separate spaces.

I went outside and all of a sudden Petra arrived with a bunch of brown leather suitcases. She was back in town for a couple of days. I remembered a dream about Arnhem, where I couldn't find the way from the academy to somewhere else, and I was visually dreaming about the map. I was also dreaming about Petra's street, how that street was super long had a bit of a dirty looking market. In the dream I also still had the key to my old house, but I didn't dare to go inside because I had already moved out. I also remember a dream about Petra were she had made a successful art piece that I was going to see, it was shown a dim lit gallery. On one wall there was a gigantic piece of.. thick piled carpet? Somewhere else in a bookcase there were some books.

Then I dreamed about being a member of some sort of jury, actually I was the judge. I accidentally made some obscene signs to the reporters that had camera's, which would seriously affect my position, so I had to change outfits. We were in a weird office like room, carpet on the floor, long table, ugly ceiling. I was borrowing a computer from one of the jury members and she asked me not to look at her private photos. She reminded me a bit of someone I knew in elementary school and is a daughter of someone who is still friends with my dad. I said I wasn't going to, but when I disrupted the screensaver all the pictures were on the screen and I was very shocked but apathetic at the same time. The girl turned very red, she was on the bed with a black girl, who was dressed up as a tiger. She herself was also wearing something but I don't remember. The positions were very obscene, but I don't remember that either. Maybe it was just my dream telling me it was obscene for the sake of the dream.

I was at my parents' place, on the terrace to be precise. Something had happened, but I can't remember what, this was the end of a dream. There were some people there. I was taking the petals from roses, all in once, and tossing them in the air. They landed beautifully in the front of the house (they went over the roof), like a rain of pink. I remembered a dream about an invasion, machines and war. Having to leave the house, looking from the window to the neighbours houses, everything destroyed.

Somewhere between these dreams I remembered another dream about sharing a house with my previous flatmate Iris. The house was much bigger than the apartment we actually shared when we were living together, it had characteristics of both my parents' house and my grandma's house, but is completely made up. We both had a room, but there were other rooms in the back that we never went to, in fact we hadn't been there once in months and I had totally forgotten about them. There was an attic and from the different levels of roofs there were transparent tunnels, like those in hamster cages. Iris was moving out and needed something from the attic which she had forgotten, so the dream was about the journey to the attic. From the room that I never go to, some ladder, a hole in the wall to a tunnel to the attic. It was filled with junk. I think after she left I had cleared some stuff and found things that had been there for years. So I'm not sure if I was able to give her the stuff she had asked for in the end.