Luego de la muerte de una tia abuela tuve reiterados sueños con ella. Donde la observaba viva. No podía comprender que sucedia. Me surgían preguntas, como donde iria a vivir? Ya que alguien habia ocupado su casa. Otras veces la veia en el cajon; o en la tumba de tierra y ella se levantaba. Otras veces en sueños senti su perfume y eso me despertó. Una vez la soñé y me decia que eataba todo bien. Su perdida fue muy sentida para mi.
After the death of a great-aunt I had repeated dreams of her. Where I watched her living. I couldn't understand what was happening. Questions arose like, where would she go to live? Since someone had occupied her house. Other times I would see her in her drawer, or in the earthen grave and she would get up. Other times in dreams I felt her perfume and that woke me up. Once I dreamed of her and she told me that everything was fine with her. Her loss was very heartfelt to me.
Lagabi, Argentina
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