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While traveling back from FL after my Grandma's funeral in my dream I went out of the hotel we were staying at. There was a cat laying there and it got up and had a really awesome light up Nutritional Yeast sign on both sides of it. I was amazed and thought it was just crazy because not many people even know about Nut. Yeast and here's this frikkin cat at a random hotel with a light up sign on it. I went in to the lobby to inquire and talk to someone about this amazing thing. I saw Willa sleeping in the lobby near the window on a sofa thing. I grabbed her shirt and shook her saying"Willa, Willa! There's a cat with a light up Nutritional Yeast sign on it outside! Isn't that crazy?"
I could see it out the window and wanted her to look too because I knew she would think it was amazing too because she had also grown up at the place where Nutritional Yeast was made. But she was sleepy and hard to rouse so I went a few feet away to the desk with this clergy lady who was way too fancy for the motel and the desk was this really fancy polished wood that looked like it should be in a 5 star hotel, not this little road side motel, but I was still more amazed by the cat-sign and wanted to know how and why they had that. I was talking to her all fast and excitedly telling her how amazing and crazy it was they had a Nutritional Yeast sign and that I had grown up at a place that made Nut Yeast and blah blah blah. I realized I was talking to her in an English accent which was really strange but I was doing a really job at it. She wasn't really any help and didn't give me any answers.
I guess I woke up with a really neato, very amused feeling from seeing such a bizarre sight and from talking in an English accent. Lol.
After the stress of funeral/travel/etc I thought I had become allergic to oranges. After researching why oranges and orange juice had been making me puke my guts out and feel like I was dying I discovered that: "An allergy centering around citrus is typically seen when there is a Pantothenic Acid (Vitamin B-5) deficiency. A deficiency that is far more common than you might believe at first.
Causes of a deficiency of Pantothenic Acid can often be large amounts of stress or trauma that cause the Adrenal Glands to burn it up more readily. Therefore, it is very common to see a citrus allergy amongst individuals with high stress or traumatic life situations. The stress can be caused through mental, emotional, or even physical means."
Nutritional Yeast is B vitamins. Lol. My psyche was giving me clear actual LIGHT UP SIGNS of what my body was in need of. Amazing.
Then I contacted Willa on facebook who I thought it was strange to be suddenly randomly dreaming about her because I haven't seen in yeeeears and she says "Crazy! I was just going through old photos and found an old Nutritional Yeast label that I was thinking of making into Christmas cards".
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I was at the place where I grew up with my old friend Erica and this other person. We all had had siblings that had died. My little brother, Sky. Erica apparently had a little sister that had died very young and this other person had a dead sibling too but this person was not very close or clear to me who they were.
We were on 3rd road by where the dental clinic was and we agreed that we should meet the next morning and all take the bodies of our siblings and take them on a walk. The bodies seemed to be all somewhere around there.
Then it was the next morning. We had those red child wagons to pull them in. The other person already had their's and was started up the hill towards the store. I got Erica's little sister in the wagon. She was wrapped in some sort of blanket with the top of her face visable. There was some hair a bit array that I stroked into place. I pulled the wagon and Erica came along. I figured I needed to help Erica with her sister and then we'd get my brother. I looked at her sister some more, now she wasn't all wrapped up and I thought how great she still looked for being dead for a year. She barely looked dead. She was so cute and pretty. I thought how sad it was that she died. Then her eyes moved. I thought maybe it was just from the wagon bouncing. But then her whole face moved then she sat up! She said something like "Ok, I'm ready!"
I turned around and yelled to Erica that she sat up and repeated what she said. Then she said "we're going to a p-p-p-p-p-p-p-party!". I turned and repeated that to Erica. Then she said "We're going to a p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-arty, Bitch!"
I was surprised she said "bitch" but it was actually really cute and funny.
We continued on and made it to the store in a few mintues. We were super excited and happy that the little girl came back alive. I was telling Donna and Taylor how she sat up and said stuff. They were surprised that she said "bitch" but I explained that it was really cute.
Then we were back outside and I was like "Ok! Lets get my brother now!" I was all happy thinking maybe he'd come back alive too. But Erica wouldn't help me. So then I just tried to get her to tell me where his body was because apparently she had stashed it somewhere or knew where it was or something. But she wouldn't tell me. I became quite upset. I didn't understand why she wouldn't help or even tell me anything after I'd just helped her.
I started crying. I was really looking forward to finally spending some time with my brother even if I didn't get to take him on a walk, I just wanted to sit with him. I was really distraught and began to just go search for him by myself and went back to the place on 3rd Rd. Erica was there too and now I was really crying hard and telling her how I couldn't believe she wouldn't tell me where he was. Finally she kinda told me without saying anything but squatting down and looking throught this window near the ground in a house that was where the dental clinic used to be. The house belonged to this old nice black jazz musician guy. As she looked in the window I knew she was looking at where Sky was. I looked in and there was a large case. Like one of those black ones with silver metal hinges and fringes that some people might use for coffe tables. It was kinda being used as a table with something else on it. I knew my brother was in there. I was confused why he was in there being hid. Then somehow they said that they put him in there to give him a nicer spot because our stepdad had only wanted him to be smushed up in some crappy box.
I appreciated that he was put in a better box but I still really wanted to be with him and was very upset that I couldn't be with him. I was yearning to at least just sit with him. I woke myself up from wimpering and saying something outloud being very distraught not understanding why they were keeping him from me...
My little brother has been missing since Nov 1997 :(
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I'm on the hippy commune where I grew up, a bunch of land in the woods...I'm having a a nice time visiting with people I know...but then they hold a meeting and say that no one is allowed to leave, that everyone must wear tie-dyed shirts (for better visability) and anyone who tries to leave will be shot and so will their children.
I was horrified because I was just visiting and hadn't planned on staying...I started crying and was the only one who started asking questions like "what if we're just taking a walk in the woods, will we get shot?" The hippy woman answered that we must ask to take walks, that all walks must first be approved...
Now I'm feeling trapped and a bit hysterical because this is so insane...everyone else seems just fine with it except me...I feel I must escape...
I take a walk at night without permission...some headlights are coming towards me and I duck into a ditch laying there as the headlights get brighter praying that I don't get shot...
Then I make it to this girls house who had a little baby...for some reason we weren't allowed to pass on baby clothes but she had some of my childs old baby clothes spread on the couch/bed and I told her she could have them...I fondly touch the orange Bob the Builder sweatshirt....although they were huge compared to her baby -her baby was soooo tiny...I kinda cried and talked about our imprisioned situation and she seemed a little sympathetic, unlike everyone else who was fine with it.
She had put her baby to bed but it wasn't yet asleep...I helped the baby burp so it could go to sleep.
Then it became daytime and a bunch of commune members were having a meeting on her porch; Ina May, other elders and youth...I tried to listen but couldn't quite hear what they were saying but I knew they didn't like me cause I was too much trouble with too many questions and my non-compliancy and my feelings of not being okay with being trapped here......I went out to join the meeting but everyone dispersed because they did not want to deal with me....I knew they had a kind of "rolling their eyes" feeling toward me.
I started walking in this unfamiliar territory...there were dirt roads that had just been made, newly scraped and a few houses here and there...
I came to this guys house who I apparently knew who had some sort of terminal illness.....we talked a bit then he said he got me a present...I gave him a kiss to let him know that just the thought was enough then opened it. It was a little rectangular glass box that was from a fastfood place that said something like "half a burger" or something...I opened it and sure enough there was this sliver (the box was not big enough for a whole half) of a fastfood sandwhich....I looked at it and it seemed to be a chicken patty...I was totally disgusted and very disappointed that he'd give me this knowing I am a vegetarian...then I was grossed out that I had given him a kiss knowing that he eats stuff like this and there could have been some on his lips...
I had lots of crazy dreams last night but this was the last one that I could remember details....