Chance meeting?

First of all, last week I didn’t post a blog. You have a right to know why. Last week I just didn’t feel like it. I had something else on my mind. Not just something, an important something for me and something that kept me from writing, because I needed to handle myself and my emotions. Thursday the 20th two years ago my dad died. It hit harder than the year before, so…. Well on to this week 😀

At the moment it is quite hot outside and it has been for a couple of days. Because of the heat I have decided to start work early this week, this way it was still quite cool when I rode my bike to work and I would be home in time to turn on the mobile air conditioner in our bedroom for it to cool down enough to be able to sleep.

On Wednesday I decided to go to a store that had a sale because it would close its doors in the town I work in before getting on my bike to go home. I left the building and crossed the street, ready to cross the next street hit this store. A man crossed the road from the other side and walked up to me. He looked at me and I felt he wanted to talk to me, so I slowed down, looked him in the eye, gave him a smile and a nod and waited for his response. He slowed down as well. I was right he wanted to talk. I figured he wanted to ask for directions or something, but that’s where I was wrong. Instead he asked where I was going and if he could tag along…. in English…..

A weird request, but I was in public, not going home, so why not, he could tag along, I would go to this one store and back to my bike. It would give him company for about twenty minutes and it would give me a way to talk English, win-win I guessed. He asked for my name and gave me his. We started talking. He asked where I was from, I told him (take a deep breath, I wasn’t dump enough to give him my address or last name). He was surprised, he thought I would be English because of my accent (I know, you wouldn’t say the same when reading my blog :D) and I felt good about that. Flattery does feel good for your ego. He had already given me a compliment on how good I looked ( I know, be careful with such ‘stray cats’) so I felt quite good at that time. We talked while walking to the store, I told him I was going to ask him something I hoped wouldn’t offend and wasn’t meant as a bad thing. After that I asked if he was a refuge, yes he was.

It turned out I should have gone to the store weeks ago, because there was nothing left to my liking. I felt bad to leave the man behind, I had some time to spare, so I asked him if he would like to sit down somewhere and talk some more. He would love to. So we went to a nearby park (loads of people every step of the way) in search of a place to sit in the shade. We found a bench, but someone had broken a beer bottle on it. The man or maybe rather boy (I don’t know how old he is) swept the bench clear with some plastic he found nearby and we took a seat. We talked about all kinds of things. He told me he had been playing football, but had to stop because of injuries. Now he was studying and killing time before he would meet up with a friend of his. He talked about wanting a relationship where both parties would trust each other and how he would do anything to keep the other happy. He talked about coming to Europe to get away from catholic/Muslim wars back where he grew up. We talked about a lot.

I told him I have a partner I want to grow old with. He asked if I still felt like that after meeting him. YES. Nothing will ever change as far as I am concerned at the moment. After being together for seventeen years I still feel butterflies when I think about them. The man referred to relationships that had lasted longer and still got broken off somewhere down the road.  I told him not to hold is breath (but in a gentler way). He asked for my number so we could meet again somewhere in the future to talk. I didn’t give it to him, but I agreed to meet again on Friday, on the corner we first met.

I have mixed feelings about this. I don’t want to mistrust him, after all, he doesn’t have to be a bad person. That’s why I agreed to meet him again. I actually don’t trust him. I don’t feel his intentions are as innocent as he says, so I will be careful, but I don’t want to close myself for new friends. After all, if we can all act a bit more out of love instead of fear, the world would be more beautiful. That’s why I decided to follow love instead of fear. And no… he won’t get my phone number or address, but he will have my attention for an extra afternoon. I will keep you posted on that 😀

Maybe I am crazy, but I would rather get hurt or die when the things I did came out of love, so let it spread.

Love

dreamer

Magical dream

In the first part of my dream I am on some kind of exchange project with a whole lot of people I know from my different jobs and friends. I don’t know why, but somehow we are divided in groups and each group is doing a job they haven’t done before for one week. I am excited. I great the people I know that are doing another job than I am. Don’t ask me what it is I’m doing, because I have no clue. I only know I liked it, because I felt happy. One group was working at burger king, that struck me as odd and not that much fun.

My group went to get something to eat (not at the burger king!!) and from our table we could see someone else we knew. I said hi to him. He said hi back. Then I started to ask him a question, he dropped somethings on the ground and started yelling at me I should not keep him from listening to his teacher. Apparently he was in some sort of course for the job he was doing this week. I didn’t know that, I was just being friendly! I felt pissed when he reacted like that, so I decided to keep talking to him to a minimum from now on. If he wanted it, he could have it. I would just be civil and only say hi from now on. No more talking with him if he could react like that without notice.

My group was done eating, we talked a bit about the outrageous reaction of our ‘friend’ and about our own experience in the exchange project. We decided to go for a walk. One of us needed to get her leave blowers returned to her. The groundskeeper of the castle we stayed at had taken them away from her. So we go get them. The groundskeeper is not happy with those blowers, because instead of using them for cleaning the yard, they were used to just blow leaves around, for fun, because the owner found that a beautiful sight. Later on in my dream I know this person is my youngest sister, so from now on I will refer to her a my sister, so it will be easier for me to write about it.

So my sister loves playing around with leave blowers, because of she can help the leaves dance through the air. The groundskeeper is not amused by this, so he had taken them away from her. When my sister asked him to give them back to her he says sure and takes us to this small shack. He opens the door, we walk inside and there are two strange things leaning against the wall. One thing is for sure, they are not leave blowers. We don’t know what they are. The groundkeeper had this glint in his eye and tells us casually he has burned the leave blowers. She can have the two weed burners instead. That way, when she is playing around, he’ll get something out of it to. Not a very smart move, pissing of a woman and giving her something that shoots a stream of fire. My sister picks one up, examines it to find how to turn them on and once she found the right button points it towards the groundskeeper. At this point he realises his mistake and starts running. My sister is laughing like a maniak and runs after him.

After all that we need a break, so we decide on lounging by the water right along the castle wall. There are some kids playing in the water. A woman tells them not to walk in too far, because the floor drops away quite sudden. I know her and the kids, so after I heard her tell this to the little girl I raised my voice to the little boy when I told him to come back to the shore, because he was wandering in even further. The woman didn’t seem to react, so I figured it might be ok, but I kept my eye on the boy, just in case. It didn’t take long or… he disappeared in the blink of an eye. The woman went in after him. I kept my eye on the spot in the water, and when I thought it took her too long I went in after them. At that point they both surfaced. That was a close one.

My sister has been exploring all this time and found a well on one of the castle walls. It has a roof with a nest in it and a hole in the side of the well itself. She crawls in and somehow it changes. The walls fall to the sides, the roof tilts away, it turns into a huge fan, like those things they use in movies to create wind. My sister is so happy. The groundskeeper might have given her burners, she has a blower again! When the thing turns on the castle starts flying with all of us on board. My sister is even more curious and  wanders around some more. She finds a canon and I don’t know how but somehow she turns it into a weapon of mass destruction that shoots a nonstop stream of fire, like the weed burner, but much bigger. She didn’t want to, but it happened because she thought of what happened before.

Everyone is mad. My sister is trying to stop the fire and get us back to the ground, we don’t have a clue on how to do that..

The canon is in a room that has this beautiful cupboard. It has two doors on top and lots of drawers on the bottom. If you have seen the live action movie ‘beauty and the beast’ just think of the wardrobe that tries to dress Belle, it looks a lot like that.

The castle makes a turn and out of the corner of my eye I see a door or drawer of the cupboard open and reveille a page of a book.  I don’t know where I saw the page, because it was out of site again in no time. I run to the cupboard, thinking this could be the answer. I open one drawer after another, nothing. I open one of the doors……. Yes! It is a page from a book, and I had seen a book earlier. I figure if thing can change in this castle, maybe putting this page back with the book is all I have to do.

I run to the book, it turns out to be the first page. I put it in its place… nothing. I read the page. It is a warning to not start with the fire spells. Omg, it’s a spell book. I start flipping through the pages to get to the fire spells, in the hopes I find the one that has been used by accident, or to find the reversal spell and give it to my sister. Two girls are trying to read along over my shoulder. I turn around and shoo them. They look at me with disbelieve. I tell them they are not to read this. It is my sisters, someone they ridiculed, so they have to go. They try to walk just two steps so they can still read, but I make them leave. I try to find the right spell, but most of the text is difficult to read. Right at the moment I find the spell to use………..my partner wakes me up by accident.

They don’t think I’ll wake up if they are searching for a tv-remote under my body, because when I sprint out of bed once they get the remote I get the question: “How come you’re fully awake all of a sudden?” Well, maybe I was waking up because they were poking all along my body to feel if the remote was there. I started waking up, noticed I had been dreaming and needed to share it with all of you! So I get up, sprint downstairs and start writing down keywords. The last part of the dream is still fresh, but the beginning is fading fast.

I think I captured the whole thing though. How cool that my sister was this magical being in my dream!
So.. There you have it…yet another dream. I hope you enjoy them.

Love

Dreamer

A dream that’s a bit violent

I am cycling. In front of me are a woman on a scooter and a man on a bike with very small trainingwheels. It is obvious they belong together, but he never cycles at her side. He stays behind het. I stay behind Them, because we have about the same speed.

At one point we have to wait for a red ligt. When it turns green the woman accelerates pretty fast. That causes me to end up in between her and the man.
I give it all I have to pass her, so the two will be behind each other, but she keeps up the speed.
The man is still behind me. I try to create room for the woman to slow down, because the man doesn’t het up to her speed. She keeps up het speed though.
I hear the man say I have to show of, because my bike is an electronic one, so that’s why I am racing the woman, but he is wrong!

We arrive at a cash register (without our bikes and stuf). The man moves in front of me (next to the woman) and keeps ‘complaining’ about my behaviour. I start to argue that he’s wrong. Hij picks up a large bag to put on the conveyor belt, but makes sure to hit me on the head with it ‘by accident’.
I pull it of the conveyor belt and hit him a little bit harder ‘by accident’. He picks it up again, I hang back Just in time to avoid getting hit. He thought he hit me and had this smug smile on his face. That’s it, I had enough of this en dig my nails into the top of his hand. He screams in pain.

In the mean time we have arrived at the front of the line. There’s someone coming towards us, asking what’s the matter. I have been pushing my purse forward across the floor with my feet all this time and tell this person that the man had tried te steal it and I had reacties bij digging my nails in his hand. They believed me. The man was furious, but took his loss.

I start to pay for the things I wanted to by. There’s a nose spray among those things, and the moment it passes the scanner the lady behind the register says it will be 1200. 1200!!!!! That’s expensive. She takes the item of the list, scans it again and this time it comes to 4,95. That seemed more appropriate to me. I had already told her I didn’t want it if it was that expensive, so when 4,95 showed I told here that was a better price and how ridiculous it would have been to pay 1200 for a bit of nose spray.

At that moment a man steps forward and starts inspecting my nose. He pushes it and is finding out if I truly need it, or else I can’t even buy it. Luckily I am stuffed and have a bad cold, so he nods approvingly and I can go. I say my goodbyes. The moment I take my stuff and walk out I realise this is a cash register in a neighbouring country. A country I dan only communicate using both hand An feet, because I don’t speek the language.

I start wondering what language we used to get through the whole episode written up above, but am pretty sure it had been in my native language. At that point I woke up. Happy to be done with all that drama.

Love
Dreamer

Still no dreams

Not that I didn’t have any, just no noteworthy ones. That is no new ones to write about, but I am still working on desciphering the old ones. You Will be able to read them when I’m done, if that ever happens. For now on to other things.

On my way to the theatergroup I came upon something strange this week. Or rather we, because my partner drove me there and picked me up after rehearsal. But back to on out way there….

We were in the car on out way to rehearsal, I was thinking about a lot. The soup in my lap, because I hadn’t had time to eat yet, but I had finished maling it, so it was hot, in a tray, on my lap. I had the idea to take a last look at the script while my partner was driving, but those plans got thrown out of the window because of my brother calling my partner. He needed some help or information or something. I don’t know and honestly…. I don’t care. Point is, I ended up talking to my brother, because my partner asked him if he wanted to talk to me, yes hé did. No going over the script.

Well, when I said goodbye and pressed the button to end our call I looked through the windshield and a lot of questions came to mind. None of them regarding the call I just ended though. The thoughts entered because of the car in front of us.

I am used to an antenna on a car, but usually they are the length of my fore-arm, tops. This one however…. If you would stand it on the floor it would be as high as the car! It was a very thin one that reached straight for the sky. It made the car look freacky or weird or whatever. I couldn’t help but wonder… Why?

I asked my partner, they didn’t know either, but guessed it had something to do with cell reception. I had a lot of thoughts. Maybe it was an undercover spaceship. Or An undercover policecar that stood out a bit to much, but they needed this antenna to get the information from the houses we drive past. Maybe it was a time machine and the antenna was needed to make contact with energy cables in order for the thing to get enough power.

As you van read, enough imagination, but I Will stop here, so you van share your thoughts in the comment section.

Love dreamer

Different blog than I intended

So I intended to write down some dreams again, but that took more time than I thought, just like my last blog. This time I tried another speech to text app, but I was smart enough to have my voice-recorder on as well. Good thing to, because the app didn’t work. Now I am trying to type along with the voice-recorder, but that takes a lot of time too. So no dreams yet, instead just some ramblings, in order not to let another week slide by without a blog.

So what’s new in my life? Maybe I told you before, but I don’t feel like checking. I joined an acting group. A small group of six and now that I joined seven people. At first I would be the person to read lines when someone couldn’t be at rehearsel. But last week they told me I get to do a part for real.

The reason is not do great. The person that would play the role originaly has health problems, so I surely wish him well, but at the same time I am excited that I’ll be playing this role now, because it is a great piece: how the other half loves. So I am learning lines all the time now.

My memory isn’t the best one out there, but for some reason learning lines is something I can handle. As long as everyone knows their lines that is. As soon as I’ll have to improvise, run……

If there is something I stink at it’s improvising. A Nice play will become a disaster in no time at all. I’ll start stammering, my mind goes blank and before long every instinct I’ve got is telling me to leave the sinking ship.

That’s where I start to lose control of my body. It Will walk around without my mind telling it what to do. Hands grabbing decor pieces pulling down things that shouldn’t come down, everything collapsing around me….

At least that’s what happens in my mind when I have to improvise. In reality I just occupy a blank state, untill someone else gets me back on track by uttering a frase I recognise.

As you van read, I am looking forward to doing this play. I truly love doing this, so I’ll keep you informed.

Love dreamer

Mario Cart

Ok I am going to share some more embarrassing stuff, but it gave me such a big smile yesterday that I just have to 😀

As you may have taken away from earlier posts I ride a bicycle very often. Cyclists should know there is something as curtesy rules while on a bike. I think I break a lot of those rules. No, not traffic rules, curtesy rules.

So what do these rules entail? When you think about it they will be very obvious. You never fart when there are people cycling behind you, you don’t listen to music without headphones, you make sure your body odour is under control, that sort of thing. In other words you take into account you are not alone on the road and since you are not in the protective cover of a car, other cyclists might be bothered by some things.

Let’s be honest, you would not like it to be riding your bike behind someone that did not shower for a week (exaggeration, I know, but still, you get the point), while you would not mind staying behind someone that put on some nice perfume of deodorant.

About that music rule… I think it changed through time, because a lot of people (especially the school going type) listen to their music without headphones, so we all can ‘enjoy’ it.

I am not that much better mind. Why? Well I listen to my music with headphones, but the music I listen to are the practice tracks for the choir I sing with. Did you guess why I am not that much better? I think you might even say I am worse, because instead of the music people get my voice to listen to, no music at all, and not the complete song, because other vocal groups are missing. Let’s just say people are happy I do not sing the soprano part.

So yesterday I was on my way home when I started getting cramps. The stomach kind. There are a lot of people on the road (on bicycle), so I have to behave and let the cramp be. At one point it just feels awful, so I decide to let some ‘air’ out. You know, just let it slip out silently, so no one will know, but I will be more comfortable. I lift my but a bit, because as you might know, farting when seated is very difficult, and…… The sound that came out was deafening!
Now there was someone on a bicycle behind me. Not directly behind me, but I figure he had to have heard. And not only he, the people in front of me must have heard as well. The sound of it could have waken the dead!

Now I get red in the face, I feel ashamed, but at the same time I let out a very high pitched shot laugh (hah). Even though I knew it was wrong, I found it funny, because I did not see it coming. Now this is where the title comes to play. In my mind the thing gets a lot funnier, because all of a sudden I think about Mario Cart. I see the cyclist behind me being slowed down by a cloud of gas and I have to be honest, at this point I am laughing in my mind. So funny. Lucky for me it did not come to the point I had to stop along the side of the road because of laughter, but knowing me it easily could have.

I wanted to write this piece when I got home, but other things had to be done first, then I started to waver, is it a thing I want to put online, maybe I’d better not.
This morning I woke up still having the memory of yesterday and wanting to share it. Shortly after my mind created an even better picture. I don’t just slow the other ‘drivers’ down with gas, but I sling out musicals notes to them as well. The Mario Cart picture gets more and more complete in my mind. What the… I will share the story online. Why keep the fun all to myself, right.

I hope you enjoyed it, because I certainly did. You should see the smirk on my face at this point 😀

 

Love dreamer

Escape rooms

One thing I know for certain…. I LOVE escape rooms.

I had this hen party.
NO NOT MY OWN HEN PARTY!
A friend of mine got married this month, so last month was time for a hen party.
Not one with drinking until you can’t walk, strippers, fake male body parts or weird assignments. Just a girls evening out with presents, girl talk, diner and an escape room!

I just love those things. Years ago, before you could actually try and escape one physically I did those things online. My first one ever being the crimson room. It got me hooked. I was an intern at that time, and everyone at the office was trying to get out of this online room. Everyone wanted to be the first to get out! I got out on my own and as far as my memory goes.. first. But who knows, someone else might remember it differently.

Since crimson room I have escaped loads of rooms on the internet. Even rooms that had Japanese signs for speech. I had no idea wat was going on, but I HAD to get out.
After years of online escaping I heard someone talk about escape rooms and asked how they liked doing this online. I got a blank look back.
“What do you mean online? This is an actual room they lock you in. It is not something you do online!”
Uh wrong, that’s where it started, but as I heard than for the first time ever, they were starting to pop up in real life!!!!!
Mind you I did not think they could be as good as online, after all, you have to make things physically possible, while you can get away with things online that can’t happen in real life.

Now these things are not cheap, but man….. are they fun! I have done three by now. The first one ever had the theme around the world. We got locked into a room where we had to open cabinets in order to get flags from around the world. Each flag had a number, put them in the right order from left to right as they would follow if you travel the earth and you have the code to open the door.

At one point a cabinet turned out to be a door to a small room! I felt like a kid in a candy store. Stoked to the bone, you could not have made me happier. We had to fill a cup with hot water to have numbers revealed by the steam, a sink filled up with water to get a key on a floater, put sparkplugs stars in a puzzle chest to light the fireplace, where a code became visible, all stuff like that! If only one of us would have been smart enough to have taken the globe of the desk to put all flags in order, instead of using the huge flattened out map on the wall, we would have gotten out, but still, wonderful.

The second one I did had changed since first use. There where locks with letters to start with and now they were locks with numbers, so it was more difficult to find the right puzzle pieces. We got out in time, but it was not as much fun as the first (no secret rooms to discover and all). The story was, we were in a laboratory under water and he air was running out, so we needed to get out.

The one at the hen party was the best until now though! Billy the kid was looking for gang members and in order to become part of his gang we had to get out of the saloon, get our friends out of jail (some of us actually started in another part of the room, out of sight and earshot) and we needed to break into the bank and blow up the safe, within an hour. It did not have one secret room, nooooooo, there were about FIVE areas you had to get to! Enough puzzles to solve for all of us. One of them I would have never thought to find in real life… A key in a piano, that would only fall out if you played the correct tune! It was soooooooooooo good. Forget the candy store, I felt like Charlie after he inherited the factory of Willy Wonka.

Now if you ever want to get to know future colleagues, friends, family members or whoever, just go to an escape room, because they will lock you up in a room for an hour and you have to get out by working together. Trust me, you will get to know each other on a new level. I found that I had to stay clear of someone in the second room because they worked on my nerves! But hey, we survived and I keep clear of this person if I can, but I know we can be civil with each other when we need to.

One thing I know for certain…. I LOVE escape rooms.

Love dreamer

(PS I’ve started an audio version of my blog as well: https://soundcloud.com/user-986536068/01-introduction)