Eartheater, the place where you learned to eat earth no longer exists. Everything will come crashing down,” said Señorita Ana in my dream.

I looked around. I didn’t know where we were. It wasn’t my barrio, or the junkyard.

“What is this place?”

“I told you not to go back. That it wasn’t allowed,” Ana added. “Look at me now. They’re coming for you. Will you keep on seeing?”

“No.”

“What about me? What about everything you promised?”

“I don’t want to anymore, Ana.”

“But you could find them. Have them locked up. For me. They’ll keep killing, out there. Don’t you get it?”

Her voice was so horrifying I woke up.