Later that night I had another dream. This one was unsettling and somewhat sad.
I was in a room with E, and we were standing holding each other in our arms. It felt like one of the bedrooms of the cabin in the community garden from when I was a child, although it looked quite different. This was not the real, physical world, because I knew that E, and possibly both of us, were dead.
I asked if she was indeed E, or if she was my dead grandmother in E’s body. I didn’t get a clear answer, although I asked in several ways. Then I asked if she was both E and my grandmother. This too elicited no vocal response, but I thought I perceived a slight nod. But I realized that it couldn’t be true, because my grandmother had still been alive when E was born, so one could not be the reincarnation of the other. I expressed as much, which made E take my hand and lead me to the living room. Several old black-and-white photographs hung on the opposite wall. In silence she led me to one depicting some people standing some distance apart from each other, neither of them facing the camera. She pointed her finger at one person, then the other.