Dreams

A Chinese girl born in South-Africa came back to China to study biochemistry. People were superstitious about her, as the constellations are different in the southern hemisphere and she had no astrological sign they knew.

I was about to join two naked women and an old man with a strapon in a sauna when I had to go to the toilet. When I was urinating, a teabag started to come out of my urethra, and I pulled it out. The old man with the strapon is a symbol of my impotency, the trouble urinating right after means that my prostatitis is related to it, and the teabag could be a reference to "teabagging" and suggest either that I'm straining my perineum from the way I'm standing when giving massages, or from the way I'm sitting. It may also suggest that I should cut even green tea for the small amounts of caffeine it contains, as the study I read said I should any and all caffeine.

I, a guide and L were visiting a Mayan temple and shouting to hear the harmonic echo. It felt very liberating. As I recently saw Fountain, it must be a metaphor for the peace of death.

I was shaving my head in my parents' bedroom, including my eyebrows, and cut myself in the process, spilling blood all over on the way to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen, where I cleaned the blood off the big knives. Prokofiev's horror-style music was playing, and girls waiting at the bus stop outside squealed excitedly.

I was looking for the St Paul Street in Berlin and asked for directions in the bus and in the station. When I didn't find it, I just walked around randomly and felt liberated. I began to jump really high and far. Eventually I found the St Paul Street as Berlin turned into Ostend. I went into an alley and then next to it into an arcade that was also a home. Both were also gym obstacle courses: in the alley I tried to climb over an obstacle, when that didn't work I went into the arcade and swung across a gap on a rope, but it was a dead end and I went back.

Refugees in the Burning Bär castle (now just outside Berlin) were left after the party, and because all the moderates had partied with us and now went with the other Burners, only the radicals were left. A German flag tape led from my belt into the castle and was supposedly proof that they were terrorists. The castle turned into a passenger airplane and the emergency procedure videos were supposedly instructions for a terrorist attack. I knew I was dreaming and jumped out the back without a parachute, considered if I should give myself a parachute and in the end just landed in the water of a shallow lake. I could see my backpack from the sky and straddled a tiny speedboat to go get it. The paranoia in the dream probably has something to do with the SM girl I looked up who I lost interest for when I saw she liked Vlaams Belang. The refugees felt cynical but not like terrorists. The fact that I was among them rather than having gone with the Burners means I identify with them as a fellow outsider, but I was an outsider among outsiders who were already very closed off, like D and the transhumanist crowd.