Today I dreamed the nicest dream in ages. Of course its in a totally different world again. Because this universe can't have nice things! Nope!
It starts out in a large city with building much like The Hague or London. I was walking towards on of these expensive early 20th century buildings and saw a tiny hole in the side of the building with a door in closing it. Everybody ignored it. in fact everybody ignored me when I walked up to it. I opened it and it was not locked. I found myself in a tiny doorway which grew in size as I walked deeper inside.
Suddenly I found myself in from of a black gate that looked like it was welded in the 1700's. I open it and walk through it and found myself on a dike. And I walked beside it for a while till I came across a pathway down much like we have on the dike of my grandparents place. As I passed it I saw many little patched of land with farmers working on their usual chores. First I saw a place where I thought I could hope over onto one of those patched of land but I did not go through with it since I noticed there was what seemed to be a Dutch Belted cow (it did not look quite what I thought it was) with no less then 4 calves who seemed to have been born the day before. So instead I walked down the path till I found a black wooden gate that closed off another patch of land and a path leading through to what seemed to be an rural intersection. And as soon as I tried to walk on that path a lady called to me.
She was a farmer on the opposite side of (or rather left too ) the patch of land with black door. She wondered if I was new around here, (and now I remember that I didn't know what language we where talking just that I understood what she said and could reply to her) We talked for a bit and she asked me inside for some tea. I noticed she had silver/white hair and purple eyes (not Moka lol) and that she was about my age and lived alone. The strange thing I noticed was that I could not identify if her home had any particular item that could tell me what age this might have been. She told me how fun it was to live here because its so quite. And I asked her if she knew what was on that dike. She told me that on the dike there a bicycle road that runs for kilometres and on the other side of the dike is allot more countryside and a tiny village. She asked me what I wanted to do next and I told her that I just got here and that I would love to explore the place some more. She told me with a smile that if it got late that I could sleep in one of her guest rooms. And I thanked her for that. I then took to the road again (and please note that during this whole dream I never mention the gate to anyone or even try to wonder how an whole world is under a building. Nor did I ever get any names of places or anything. It was like I was stoned or something).
Till I came to the intersection I mentioned before. On the side intersection there was this gypsy family temporally parked. I asked them where these two sides lead to. He told me that behind him there was an long river. (I saw it, was wider then the Rijn) the left road lead to the patch of land of the richest farmer of the area who is essentially the mayor or something in that line. And the road to the right essentially lead to something like an garage or garage and a town bigger then the one previously mentioned. Which is situated on the banks of the river. I told him thanks and went to the rich man's house. Which oddly enough looked allot like a Dutch house in which the better off people live. The man greeted me and told me the lady from before told him about me. He said that if I wanted to do something interesting I could go to the old garage/warehouse and get some stuff for him in exchange for a map and something to eat for the road. I agreed because heck I acted like a stoned dude any way. So I headed off to the old warehouse and when I got there I noticed it looked quite modern. With metal slide doors and all. When I came in it looked more Victorian then new. What I needed to get is some old magazines he has stashed there because everybody in the area essentially uses it as a shack to dump their stuff at.
When I searched for the magazines I noticed familiar stuff. Donald Ducks, A magazine which I followed till I was 15. I knew which date was on there Oct, 1998. So that's a date I knew but the cover was weirdly not the one I remember. So yeah that happened... I also saw some Dan Dare books, pulps and... Hentai... yes weird I know... But any way this same shack also had what I though was a basement but turned out to be an hallway kitchen and a door to another patch of land. It was the patch of land with the black door. I looked up the dike and could not for the live of me find the gate. But I quickly ignored that and brought back the magazines.
After I came back the same lady who had me in for tea before was at the rich man's home, I finally noticed this guy had an wide-screen plasma tv. Even though I don't exactly know the brand. Seemed Chinese. He never turned it on though. So I ate something and we talked some more. He gave me a map and the lady reminded me that I could stay at her place if it gets dark. I said okay and without even reading the map (which now that I think of it might as well have been blank) I took off to the river-side town past the gypsy and the barn. It felt like an good hour of walking but when I got there my mouth gaped open like common internet screamer. Because what lay before me reminded me was a round walled of town and inside where the small 16th century houses that I always see at Kasteel Loevenstein (the wasps there... wasps my god) but they lie in a circular pattern. The street tiles reminded me of the cobble stones Leiden still has at it central square. Speaking of a square another weird thing. NO CHURCH! yes for villages here in Holland its very weird not to have churches in the middle of the town. Because more times the churches are build first and the houses around them.
Any way no church any where! Just a harbour! Also no traffic! Pretty much no one on the streets except for some shopping people I met whilst walking around. (the shops btw looked positively Victorian) and another thing that reminded me that it isn't some other century that I walked in to. A Rastafari dude (He had the dreads, red/gold/green wrist bands on each arm, Lion necklace, and a rastacap) who like most people I know from Holland refused to put on a head set and instead put on a jukebox. I could hear his music which is one of the things I am absolutely positive about identifying. It was One Love by Bob Marley no mistake about it. (love that song). So that proved to me that I haven't moved back in time. (in the dream not after I woke up) I walked around some more till I came by the harbour of the town. I noticed a building which I still say is an old warehouse much like we have in the old harbour of Dordrecht. And I tried to find there was a shield of the town or at least a name.
But I had no such luck. Instead I found another small door! Did I went in like a dumb little Alice? Of course I did! But when entering I found myself at another gate and choose to go back and stay another few days. I stayed at the lady's house for a night We had breakfast she wished me a good day (btw now I notice she ''liked'' liked me lol) and told me to be back soon. As I walk over the dike to go the tow on the other side. I saw it. It looked old and it did not have a church either. There was a forest there too and also a field of sunflowers. But further from that its just lots of patches of land and small farm houses as far as the eye can see. The sky was this wonderful blue with cute sheep clouds like it was pollution free. I also saw an car, It was grey and small. It looked like something from the 50's and as far as I could see the only car in the whole wide area. So I traced my steps back to the left of the dike to try to find another way down when suddenly I found this same damn gate again. Something compelled me to go back. Even though I felt that the world I was in now was more fun then the world back on the other side. I walked through the gate back to the door and up the street. Everybody still ignored me till I was like on the other side of the city. Then a couple of kids who dressed up like they where going to hold an Oliver Twist play stole my wallet along with the map and ran off. I noticed lots of stuff in this city doesn't really add up on the stuff I see here too. It doesn't exactly feel like the world I am in now. The cars where different, the building where different, even the damn sky was different! Any way this was the point I woke up on.
Right now I feel like Jack O'Neill after he was plugged in to one of those library machines the Ancients used. So instead of getting out of bed I instead choose to listen to music till my MP3's batteries where depleted lol As far as I can say the first world felt different yet familiar but not a place I'd like to hang out at. And the world I ended up in felt unfamiliar yet more pleasant, Peaceful even. I still have this feeling right now. I used it to memorize all this storyline lol. But this dream actually supports my theory that sometimes while we dream we end up visiting other worlds or something around that line. I would certainly would love to go back to that second world lol.
Any way. Think I can make some sketches later but right now I have an stream to go to. Bye! :D