The Nomad Chronicles

So I woke up at 2:22 again for the second time this week.

My aunt tells me: (I see her do this as she tells me.)

I just got in from being outside in the desert... I offered of up the seeds of greatness to the wind gods in remembrance of Bobby.

I see my aunt in her wheelchair, looking tortured and heartbroken over the death of her son. She has wheeled herself about 15 feet into the desert off the dirt road from our old house in Tucson. She tosses little brown seeds into the air, and they get carried away by the wind.

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I had a dream of the seeds earlier.

Seeds are flying through the sky, and land on mountains surrounding a valley. Each one becomes a beautiful flower, and grass grows around it, as if water actually flows out of the flower. Each flower becomes a tree, then, a huge banyan tree with water gushing out of it.

Bobby pokes his head out of the top of it, and waves at me, grinning.