I dream all the time, but lately, my dreams are so incredibly vivid. Some days ago, I dreamed of going to Mexico City with my friend, Antonio. He took me to a place that, in the dream, he called Tepeyac. In the dream, I knew that it was a Nahuatl (an indigenous, Aztec language) place name. I also realized that I don't know Nahuatl and thought, "How strange! Wait! Is this a dream?" When I turned around, my father ז"ל , who I have not dreamed of since he passed away more than 9 years ago, was smiling at me, saying "It's time to come home." It didn't even occur to me that he could mean that it was time to die. I was sure he meant that it was time to high-tail it back to Oregon.

The name, Tepeyac was not familiar to me. I thought I'd probably made it us. We all know some Nahuatl words, though: avocado, cocoa, chili, chocolate, coyote, guacamole, mesquite, mole (sauce), peyote, tamale and tomato I got curious, though, and googled Tepeyac. It turns out to be the Nahuatl name for the place where Juan Diego Cuauhtlatoatzin saw Our Lady of Guadalupe in 1531. What can I say? Wikipedia has a way of jogging my memory. In the summer of 2000, I went to the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe, (built on a hill called Tepeyac) with my friend, Antonio. I wonder why this all surfaced now and in such detail.

Tags: antonio, dreams, guadalupe, nahuatl
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