Castor Beans

First of all, i was happy to wake up and find that my faith in my dreaming mind again wins and Obama and i stay connected.

But as to the dreaming....  it was vividly colorful and entailed harvesting the seeds of the Castor Oil plant. Initially i had collected seeds from a nice bushy plant and, while carefully placing the seeds in a little wooden box lined with cotton, it occurred to me that the seeds might not be the poisonous "beans" that i was meaning to collect. The seeds has some of the pattern you'd expect to see but not as bright and colorful as i thought it should be. I returned to the plant and began picking off a few pods from the plant and opening them up to collect the beans. 

THESE beans were beautiful and i knew they were the real thing. 

Much of the dream seems to take place in my parents bedroom in the Manassas house and reminds me that the night before last i also dreamed in the bathroom of that master bedroom. 

Castor beans = suicide? Or do they mean something else? The seeds are colorful and beautiful as well as being deadly. I'm not sure what this dream is trying to relay to my waking mind. Manassas, suicide, the home where i did a lot of changing....