We were staying in the home of a lady from Puerto Rico. There were staircases going up and down from the two upper bedrooms on the right and left side. There was a little baby lamb that had been put to sleep in the bedroom in the middle. But then this lamb awoke and came downstairs. He wasn’t little anymore and his soft baby wool was now rough and course.
There was a party being prepared in the house and women in bright green dresses were preparing food. I heard both Spanish and Hebrew being spoken in the house.
Then I was outside, carrying my grandson Ezra. Earlier that day I had carried him up the road to this house and had gone out again. As we walked toward the house again, this time the road was covered with water.
At first the water was up to my ankles but then to my knees and when I came around the corner of the road, I could see the people were swim-walking in it because it was too deep to walk in. Men were lined up along the side holding on to the wall that had once been alongside the road. Again I heard people speaking Spanish and Hebrew. Somehow I carried Ezra all the way back up to the house.
When we got inside the whole place was in a state of disrepair. In the center of the main room was something that looked like a combination of an antique secretary and an ark made of beautiful old but well polished wood. There was a very old curtain wrapped around it, which had once been a brilliant shade of deep blue with golden filigree on the edges and embroidered in a pattern. But now the curtain fabric barely hung from the curtain rod around it because the fabric had disintegrated.
So a search for who could make new curtains began because they were too hopeless to repair.
Then I saw Chris Segre-Lewis painting the new curtains that were to one day hang in the house.
And then I awoke, and I saw myself sitting at a desk like my cousin who’s a scribe, writing down this dream and sending it to the rabbis who just claimed to have discovered the red heifer.