This is really vague, but there was this latina woman in my dream.  She reminded me of Selma Hiack.  She was teaching me things, either about cooking or about plants.  When asked what her name was, she replied, “Esmeralda.”  She was very beautiful and I felt I was learning some really valuable things from her.  I’d like to see her again.

There was a fence around my mom’s house and I had planted a bunch of trees and other things around my mom’s front and back yards.  Brad was needing to load up some building materials to construct something and had uprooted a tree that I had planted and torn into the fence so that he could load the materials into the yard.  He’d fixed the fence in a makeshift way so but intended to come back too it to do it right.  I was walking around looking for somewhere else to plant the tree.  I didn’t feel upset about it but I was having a hard time finding the right spot where there was good light but not too much of it.

I walked into the back yard and there were lots of big hanging plants that I had grown and they were all very beautiful.  I was examining them and feeling their healthiness and hoping to find the right spot for the tree.

I was looking at the top of my head.  My hair was shaved all the way around and growing out of the top of my head were nappy locks of hair.  Andy was there with me and I was commenting that it didn’t seem healthy and that I needed to clean it up.  There were small buds growing on the ends of the locks and I was picking them off.  I didn’t know what they were but I wondered what they would bloom into.  My intention was to pick them off and comb out the locks so they were smooth and healthy.  I turned around and behind me hanging on a clothes line was my old army backpack.  I was trying to put something into it but I was having a hard time finding the opening to the backpack main pocket.