Seeing my grandmother again felt great. She's alive, just in another country. We made tortillas.
And, it was fun seeing the Baroque influences in my mom's hometown amped up to such a cartoonish degree.
Still, that was a very strange dream, uncomfortable even.
Some elements that were beautiful and moving in the dream, are very strange on waking. One of those things you end up having to process for the rest of the day. Whether you want to, or not.
Dreams are ridiculous.