Sister Dream:
She dreamt my sister Phyllis was sick in bed sick
I dreamt I was typing somebody's obituary. I could not see a name. All I could see was black and white typewriting. We were in conflict over whose to use. Three people had typed it.
I also dreamt I was in some kind of big city with tall buildings and was hopelessly lost. I had driven to this big city alone. The dream focused on my being lost around this big hotel and I had the impression of water and lots of steps or corridors. In black letters it had Sheraton West or Sheraton something at the top of it. No matter what I did which way I went I could not get into that hotel or even around it. I started crying and this boat picked me up and I told the captain I was lost. He dropped me off in front of the hotel but I got lost worst than before. I looked up at the sky and it was becoming night and I realized I had been lost since early morning. I wanted to call my husband but I could not let him know I was lost because he thinks that whereever I go I get lost. I kept thinking if only I could find where I was parked my car but I could not even do that. This dream felt more like a nightmore, I was so upset.
Hotel plays for: 639, 681, 581,
Lost plays for 936, 329, 519, 493
Sick plays for 216, 650
Bed plays for 029, 627
I don't know what obituary plays for.
Typing plays for 810, 901
Phyllis plays for 239, 328 109
Good Luck and Be blessed