A Hot Bath

1. Back from Indonesia

I am back from a long journey, from Indonesia. I come home, house of my parents. Their house is much bigger than in reality. Bigger than I remember. There are a lot more veranda's now. And rooms placed one after another. Veranda's in front of the living room. The house is long. Purples, Greens, brown.

Some parts are dark and cold, but they are at the far end. Where I am it is warm. The kitchen is warmed especially for me and I stay in those warm places. There is a space behind that, sealed of with curtains.

At the moment I am alone, the phone rings, I pick up. I search for something (Can't remember)?

I continue, come in the veranda, from where I remember is the living room. I see my dad. Light. He is the only person here. He peeps from behind boxes as if to surprise me, but he is actually waiting.

2. Selling Cycles

At home. An upper floor. Somewhere glass window panes are stocked. We have to move them. Or sell them. The place is a bit complex, half inside, half outside. The room I am in is the one I feel the most comfortable in, but I don't want to leave this room, sometimes I come in the hallway to meet customers. There it is white. My room is the highest floor, but actually there is only one floor, only mine is built higher than the rest.

I am selling things, that means that I may feel private, but this is not a private place. I am selling t-shirts. There is a family that comes and buys t-shirts and other stuff that comes with the Cera promotion, like the bicycle stuff, bag and so on.

I am selling them a bicycle. I have these stocked behind me on an upper shelf, I have to reach to get one free. These customers had ordered this in Gent or Brussels, but have already paid. They got their papers with them, I see the paper, two of them. They look unfamiliar, very different than what we have in the shop, and I try to identify all the necessary information. I don't see it, but if I look long enough, it looks okay and I agree with them, saying that I will help them. It took a while, but that long. This family has one lady with short hair and a bit bigger than most people, and a young woman. The other people I can't remember.

They also want t-shirts, the shirts are white.

I wonder if they will get outside well, with their cycle, because this place has stairs everywhere. That is because of the differences in level all through the floor.

A later part of the dream is when I let run water for a hot bath, and my brother N is here too. He helps me. This is the bathroom of our parents. I let run water in the sink at the same time thinking this might be a waste, but it is necessary to fill the bucket that N is watching over. So this water is magically transported to his side. And I need his for the bath too, somehow.

I undress. I still have my pajamas on. The water is hot.