I am taking a bath with my sister (not w.l.) We are in a bathroom down the hall from the usual bathroom. I run the water. it is not hot enough so I empty some from the tub and run more hot water. The tub and fixtures are a deep brown-maybe made of bronze. I don’t remember getting in the tub. Later, someone has a photo of the door and a bit of the tub where we bathed. We are not visible in the photo. It is like we are being accused of something.
Feelings: Loved the bath, uncomfortable with the photo.
Day notes: I am rereading Machiel’s book before bed. I am not incubating any dreams yet, but just reading the book helps me to remember dreams.
I certainly remember taking baths as a child with my sister. It’s hard to imagine there would be room to do that as adults. Is this about being soaked in twin emotions? Or cleansed by a process others don’t respect?