Elephants from the land of the dead

Fragments from much greater complexity, but here's what I have:
I'm on the roof of a mobile home with someone else.  I hear crying coming from inside and know that it is a younger Z, maybe 6 years old.  I try to get down from the roof and help him, but there is a precipice next to the mobile home.  Next scene, I half wake up and wonder if Z is, at that exact moment, unhappy about something in daily life.  Slipping back into a dream, I find myself perched on the top of his yellow house, trying to guard him from I don't know what, something like Batman.  After a bit this seems creepy and I move to the driveway.  I begin to send a positive white energy field around the house.  Some force tries to suck the good energy away, but I increase the intensity and, like a firehose, it is too much for the bad force.  It is vanquished.  I extend my energy field to S lying beside me and L in San Francisco.  All is well.
Next part.  I've been back asleep for a few hours.  I dream that I am in a Mexican? South American? mountain village, staying in a cheap hotel.  I leave the hotel and enter the house next door.  Once inside it is revealed to be infinite in length, like a dark dusty horse arena.  In the far distance I see a parade of elephants approaching.  But not normal elephants, these are enormous, twenty times the usual size.  As they get closer I see that they are decked out in spectacular adornments, like a circus elephant.  Somehow I know that they come from the land of the dead.  (The day before S and I had passed a funeral cortege, complete with a horse drawn hearse.  I had taken pictures of the horses.)
I walk back outside and find a family of peasants trying to make a garden in the street.  They have brought in dirt to half-cover the cobblestones.  A woman and a small child work the soil.  The father, a wiry middle-aged man who smokes a cigarette, speaks to me in Spanish, then French.  He says:  "Now you're finally alive."
I wake.