Desert ceremony

from 2/29/12

I dreamt I was out in Arizona visiting my grandmother. I had been waiting to visit a long time, and when I got there I found out I was just too late. She had gone out into the desert, thinking it was water, and tried to swim through the sand and rocks. Breathing the sand had killed her.

I walked around the ranch. I kept stumbling into pockets of people. There were some setting up what looked like a ceremony or a dinner party. Like place setting, but with mystical tools. Smooth round black rocks in the sand, a tent. It was quiet but cheerful.