Dream of the Dead
Here is one of my favorite pictures of all time. My sister Rachel, my cousin Alex, and Rachel's daughter, Violet in 2008, though I don't know the exact date.
Day of the Dead--Dia de los Muertos--began on Saturday and ended on Sunday.
On Saturday night, I dreamed that I was to show Rachel her tombstone. She and I walked through the cemetery where she is buried, and I took her to her grave site. In the past, when I've dreamed of her, she's been alive in my dreams. This was the first time that, in my dream, she was dead, but she was there walking with me.
Then I was alone. I walked over to these raised garden beds about twenty feet away, which had overgrown broccoli which had been cut back. Imagine about ten broccoli stalks without florets or blooms, three feet long, inches thick, horizontal, with roots exposed. (Can you imagine this? I will include a picture of a broccoli plant too, below, just in case) but in my dream, my task was to tear them apart. I was peeling the fibrous stalks. If i could break them down, they could be back in the earth faster, composting, nutrients for future plants. That was the point.
That was my dream.
Here are the pictures:
