i was on a goa-festival we - micha , veerle i and maybe some others - were on the campingsite having fun , playing nice and loud trance music ...one time a person complained and we turned it down ...

we already arrived by car and unpacked our stuff on a spot near a brick structure with a corner there was also fire-juggling stuff from the group that would arrive later ...
everybody had his own bed made from blank wood , they were pre-made with nice clean sheets and pillows ...

when the group arrived they wanted to put their backpacks in that corner but i said that would be impossible for us to get to our stuff later , so we arranged that ...

the point of focus changed to the fireplace that was in the corner of that same brick structure , it was just a big hole in the wall and the fire was burning hot ...
we told my dad about the time that bert extinguished the BBQ with gasoline and that he was very lucky it didnt ignite ...

when we were chatting there , one particular stone in the wall started to throw of chips , tiny bits of stone were jumping from that stone cause it was too hot from that fireplace in the corner ... so we moved ...

then the focus was changed again , to another site - in the forest ? - it was an open structure with an old cellar like ceiling and i was sitting on a dark wooden garden-like table bench next - and very close to - Sandra Roobaert ... we were chatting ...

we were looking at a small dark-red wax model i created , sandra noticed the funny small heaps on the statue like model - the model contained a representation of a buddha , his temple and some stairs to it - and i told her i placed them there to suggest the piles of guano dropped by the bats that live in the cave where this scenery was located in

then veerle entered the room and - i was surprised that she wasnt jealous at all cause of me and sandra being that close - she joined us on the bench ...

i noticed children running around and felt as if we - sandra , me and probably some others - were were looking after them , as in a creche ...

suddenly a small kid about the height of a 3 year old - not that it felt as he was 3 but only his height suggested that - came to me and handed me over some flyers , he had i guess like 50 and gave me a pack of 20 , the flyers were greenish and folded in half so it was more like a leaflet ...

immediately after that moment i flew outside and entered the forest , i flew at high speed , a bit curved downwards but not steep at all - from the hill - to a nearby supergreen lively and very illuminated place ... it had fresh grass and a small pool ...

when i arrived at that lively environment , i started floating in the legged position - this position i remember clearly from other dreams , i've been training to do that over and over - and started to examine the floor , floating 2 or 3 meters above it ...

i felt very comfortable with succeeding in this steady hovering exercise when suddenly i see a small snake swimming in this pool just below the green swamp-like surface

then , i see a second snake , a third and a hole in the bank of the pool , ...
a head of a baby bear is snapping towards the snake , defending its den
a second head pops out - mommy bear i guess - and she joins the fight and they continue snapping and biting the snakes that want to enter their home

when i look a bit to the left i see another bear that walks with a honey-filled beehive on his nose , he looked happy and without any worries

i turned to the right when i looked the other way and saw another bear , she - i think - was only observing me ...

when i was fullfilled with this scene i quickly returned to the scene i took off from to tell the story , i was extremely amazed by its beauty

i arrived , the room was a lighter and different orientated but it felt as if i returned to the same place ... i started telling about what i saw - hanging on the old stone ceiling like a fly or crawling bat ...

i was using a pen and tablet-like equipment while telling my story and on some white canvas on the chair appeared strokes caused by my movements , nice medium complex earth-toned strokes and patches filled the empty frame

then suddenly a guy comes to me - he reminded me of Tim Vrancken - and tells me , or gives me the conciousness , that i could communicate with those animals - the snakes and bears - in a telepathic way ...

so i rushed back towards that scene , taking the same route through the forest , flying at the same speed in the same downhill curve ... but i arrived at a room that felt as if i was at my parents home , it had the same fishtank - but it was completely empty - it had cold neon-light and i felt cornered by it ...

when i turned around and flew away from this odd and unexpected appearance to escape this cornered feeling i tried to return my route to the forest and give it another try , i thought i just made a wrong turn or something ...

my second attempt resulted in the same corner-like room ...
the same wall with emptied fishtank , the same cold and dull neonlights ...
i was startled ... couldnt ... no way to go ...

i woke up ...

i immediately started repeating the whole story about flying and legged hovering, with the snakes , the bears , the illuminated nature , the flying and hovering , ...

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snakes , bears , illuminated nature , flying and hovering ...