Hello everyone, in real life my father is alive & well (just old) and his sister was taking antibiotics for a bacterial infection of her lungs. I emailed her about it, then took a Calea Zacatechichi tincture before going to bed two nights ago.
What I dreamt is that my father was dead and cremated. His ashes were actually stuffed inside a relay race baton (the pole stick racing athletes hand off to each other.) There was a big man who was working for me, he LOST the ashes. We went looking for it and found it in a street gutter. In the end I was spreading the ashes into the soil in the backyard of his house.
When I dream about my parents' house I'm always alone there. It was a solemn dream, the eventuality, but I don't know what the details mean. It's been a long long time since I came here. The website lost most my profile and I don't yet know how to edit it, but here I am now.
