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    Trip to Brussel, dream by Champi -- June 27, 2013

    There is big map, filling my field of view. I'm discussing with my brother, telling him that he is really close to brussel, and how awesome it would be to visit it.
    Convinced, he decide to go. He drives a minivan, with some of his friends. I take my motorbike. It's an old stylish black one. We leave at night and hope to be there before dawn.
    I'm driving quite fast, the road is pretty desert. It's not at all like an european driveway. Looks more American. So when i see a gas station, i check my gas level. It is low, so i decide to stop. It's still night and everything is closed, but luckily, i find a 24h pump. I try to put my credit card in, but it is refused. I try again and again, and still not accepted. I hear an unpleasant woman talking through a speaker : "minimum amount is 10 euros". I quickly estimate that I probably will spend more than that, and tell her so. She repeats the same phrase again. I tell her not to bother and that i'm going to leave for the next gas station. Her: "good luck with that, we are the only one open 24h in kilometers". I'm feeling quite fucked, but she also tells me she will soon be back from something. I wait a little while and see the lights go on in the building. A young woman walks out of it. That's her. I ask her if she accepts cash, and she says ok. I give ger a bill, and she asks me if i'm sure i want to put diesel in my bike. I realize i had put the wrong pump in my bike's tank. There is no standard gas pump though, only bottles of it. I take one but it's "Sans plomb 94". It makes her laugh, and i realize it would be better to use "sans plomb 98". I find a bottle, but it's almost empty. I leave my bike and go toward the building.
    ....
    ....
    I am on the road, day has come. It's a small countryside road. I see the gas level warning turns itself on, and don't know what the *** happened during the night. I should be there by now! I come to a small town, close to a highway. I fill my tank at a gas station, and when i go to the highway, i see two signs, on the A15 highway: one Paris 82km, the other one, Brussel 282km. I'm really pissed and wake up





    Comments

    by Champi July 3, 2013, 11:49 p.m.

    Hi mikele!
    Thanks for commenting, those are good points :).
    I have no clue about the motorbike though...
    Ok actually I do. I'm absolutely not the motorbike driver guy. I believe this might be linked with a fantasy of changing myself, this is an ongoing one in the past few month although being very vague. Might even been linked with the getting lost thing.

    Pretty awesome, I should do this more often :)!
    by mikele June 27, 2013, 8:49 a.m.

    regarding synchronicities: I got the FB message about lucid dreaming while I was in a lecture about lucid dreams at the IASD conference :)
    by mikele June 27, 2013, 8:48 a.m.

    Hi Champi, thx for sharing that dream!

    Feels very powerful! Would you say there were many themes to work with and think about ?

    A few places to start thinking about: at the end, there is the theme of the road, not being sure where you are exactly, thinking you were going in one direction and realizing you were going in another. There's also the confusion about which gasoline to use, what do you make of that ?

    Finally, what do you make of the young women ? Were you surprised to see she was young ? She sounds nice once she comes out.

    Also, the motorbike: do you have a motorbike these days, or are considering getting one ? Any associations with it ?