Emnition

I'm in an airport. I believe it's supposed to be London. I'm going through the security checks right now. I walk through an area, unsure of where exactly to go. There are barely any people. There's different checks for citizens of different countries. I'm not to sure which one is for EU citizens. In my mind I have a British passport. I finally pick where to go and am submitted to another check. I realise then that I need my passport for this check, which is in my bag. I rummage through the pockets of my clothing, pretending to be looking for it, when a display shows that they already have my passport. I am asked to sit off to the side with a white, male security employee. Of course I am. I always am. I lay down on something. I feel as if I'm at a psychologist on the couch. The guy starts talking and asking me questions. He explains that they're just gonna check if I'm really the person who I claim to be. He starts with my birthdate. "So your birthday is on the 20th of December?". No it's not. I give him my real birthdate. I realise this is a check. Why not just take my fingerprints? He continues talking to me and I reply. They're stupid questions and I realise it's more about how nervous I react to being interviewed than anything else. I stay calm, as I'm totally legit. He's carefully paying attention to my speech and asks me to speak up and be really loud. I reply along the lines of: ah of course, if I speak louder you can more easily hear the trembling and such in my voice. I have half a mind to continue talking softly. My explanation for my soft talking would be that I've lived in Indonesia, where people talk softly.

WILD gone wild
I'm standing in the kitchen in my student home, behind the stove, cooking something. There's something unusual. I think it has to do with the pan that I'm using. I feel like I was really close to becoming lucid, or maybe I even was lucid. Suddenly I feel horrible. It feels as if I'm really drunk. My stomach hurts and there's some swinging back and forth of the dreamscene involved. It's destabilising.

I'm not sure if I woke up or if I had a FA.

Evil tree
There's something to do with two sorcerers, Belgarath and Beldin [characters from a series of books I'm reading]. They're near a small airport during the day. The air traffic control centre is an enormous building which is capable of flight. It comes flying off from the distance and then lands near the airport. Apparently it's moved away every time the airport closes. Belgarath thinks this is outrageous and a word needs to be had with whoever is behind this.

Belgarath (and I?) are standing near an enormous tree, just behind the airport. It's mining something from the earth with its roots. A red evil substance. It doesn't surface, so you can't see it, but we know it's there. I see an image of the roots of the tree extending down deep into the earth. The roots different shades of glowing red. Someone makes a surprised comment about where the evil guys behind this are getting this substance from. Every sea in the world has been mined for it already. I forgot the exact reply, but it was something sinister.

I/Captain America (not sure if I'm him or watching him) am in the airport, full costume. I have an old fashioned bomb with a fuse. It should blow any minute really. I recall the last time I was in this exact same position. I jumped over some glass railings and shielded myself mid-air while the bomb exploded. This time I'm trying to run outside with the very limited time that I have and throw the bomb at the tree, despite the tree being on the other side of the airport and me not being able to see it. This is ridiculous. It's never gonna work. Maybe Belgarath can use some sorcery to steer the bomb towards the tree once it's in the air.

Stadium parkour
It's evening, not yet fully dark but quite a bit already. I'm walking towards my moped with a female friend. It may have been my classmate. We hop on and she makes me drive towards the security guard. She asks him for an alternative route of here and does so in Indonesian. That's the idea at least. I didn't really hear the words, but I recall that she asked because my language skills were a bit limited. She asks for the alternative route because if you go out through the regular exit, you have to pay a parking fee. The guard points us towards a stadium through which we can drive to avoid it. I give the guard perhaps 2.000 IDR for his help. I drive towards the stadium.

Inside the stadium there are some people. I drive somewhere to the left. It's a bit of a maze in here, but suddenly I recognise it. I've been here before or I've seen it in a video. I'm not really myself anymore. Instead I'm controlling a freerunner called Luigi. There's unequal heights everywhere and I make great use of it. In the end I just want to exit, but Luigi automatically turns pretty much everything into a parkour move.

Kitchen trouble
I've had it with the dirty kitchen in my student home. I start exploring and it turns out that the kitchen of my mom's house is accessible from my student house. How did I not notice this before? This is excellent? Would my mom mind if I used her kitchen instead? The counter is quite small. Then I start to wonder: so all these years while I've been living in my mom's house, people from my student house were able to enter our home? I walk through our home. It doesn't entirely make sense to me.

Fragment
» I'm in the living room of my mom's house. My mom is very nearly passed out on the couch from being incredibly drunk. It's time to send everyone to bed.

» I'm looking at my dreads. They're so long! They're real dreads now. Some of them are black, some of them are brown. I realise that must be because my own hair is brown and the extensions are black,

My real hair is black.

Fight again
I'm sitting in my room at my mom's house. I'm sitting behind my desk, looking at video's on my iPod. The image is not fullscreen as it often is in my dreams. My little brother enters my room, with my mom in tow. They are having a fight again. O no, out! I've had it with their fights. They are unwilling to take my advice, so they shouldn't come to me with their issues.

I feel like it's near midnight, or at least late. This plays out in the living room and kitchen of my mom's house. It's already bed time for my little brother, but he still wants to eat. He's arguing with my mom over it and says something along the lines of "you're not my mom, so you're not the boss over me". He heats something up in the microwave. I'm at the point where I feel like slapping him in the face with a flat hand. Not to hurt him, but to make him realise how retarded his behaviour is. Eventually he does go to bed without eating I believe. I take his food from the microwave. A cracker with cheese on it. I offer it to my mom, since I don't like cheese. She tells me I can eat it. I remind her that I don't like cheese.
Somewhere in the middle of this dream I saw a tub in the corner of the kitchen. It was put on its side and pasta sauce was leaking into it from a plastic bag.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1: Lecture
I'm sitting in a lecture hall. It's one of those classrooms where the rows to the back are way higher than the rows in the front. I think the lecture was already over. There are just a few people left. I myself am somewhere halfway to the back, perhaps a little bit further. I remember a girl sitting a bit further to the back. Also a classmate whom I rarely talk to because I don't care for her too much is there. She asks me how I'm doing with the final assignment. Ow man.. I'm too busy with the exams right now to do the assignment. I walk with her a bit, down the steps. She mentions that the assignment is already due this week Thursday. Wait what?! Isn't it the week after? I'm fucked. I realise that I need to go back to my seat instead of walk out with her, cause I'm barefooted and my shoes are still at my seat. I end up having the attention of the girl in the back for just a split second, while I'm standing in a row that's further to the back than hers. I do a diveroll [parkour move] over a row of seats.

Dream 2: Car
It's daytime and I'm sitting in the car, back row to the right. On the left is my girlfriend. The driver's seat is on the left side of the car. Cas, someone who I haven't talked to in years, is driving. In the passenger seat is at one point his ex-girlfriend and at one point a different girl. We are driving to the airport of Jakarta. I've got a sort of comfortable foetal position going on. At one point it feels like I kinda pretend to be asleep, but eventually I actually do fade in and out of sleep [in the dream only, I didn't really wake up]. I think about having to spend 14 hours on the airplane back to Amsterdam. So long... I don't really remember the conversation, if any. At one point we were just there. I do remember being able to look at the girl in front of me as if there was no chair between us. I also remember an oddly shaped part of the car, underneath the dashboard.

Indonesian cars have a steering wheel on the right. Also, this car [kinda beat up] is definitely not Cas' real life car.

Dream 3: Languages
I'm chilling with my housemate and Indonesian classmate, both girls. We're at one point at 'home' [it doesn't resemble our home] and at one point standing in front of it. My housemate has a lot of thick fantasy books, which were left behind by the last person who occupied the room. Nice for her. She has some stuff to use to her liking, or just sell or whatever. We're outside, but it feels like we're just sitting.. on the ground perhaps. My housemate spends about 90% of the time talking in Dutch to me, which I think is mean to my classmate who barely understands Dutch. I try to talk mostly in English. I don't remember my classmate talking at all. My housemate justifies talking in Dutch by saying that there's no need to talk in English if my classmate doesn't participate in the conversation. I explain that it's a vicious cycle that I've experienced myself in Indonesia: because people speak a language you don't understand, you don't participate. Because you don't participate, they continue using a language you don't understand.

Dream 4: Boring sunset
I'm in what's supposed to be one of the rooms I lived in during my time in Indonesia, except it's much more luxurious, with a balcony and such. There is ok-ish scenery with a sunset that is supposed to be beautiful, but right now [while writing] I don't think of it as such. I remember I promised to give my friend pictures that I made from my window. There's another guy in the room with me.. and a baby, a boy. I film the baby, who does some funny stuff.