life*~dream journal, good blogging friends & a hot tea

Good evening, Bloggers. Friends of mine, who read my posts, don't think I don't appreciate your visits. I do. So, here is your tea. Get comfy again. It's something more floral tonight. Served clear to remind us that summer is coming to a close. That the time for hot lattes and milky teas will soon be upon us, our Autumn/Winter comfort drinks will be close at hand. Inhale deeply, it is steeped with peppermint. To soothe your tummy, and calm your mind before bed . Some of you commented on liking my Writer's Island submission because it delved into more personal matters. I never really realized how "impersonal" my blog was. I will start to share a little more of what is me from now on. I have an exerpt from my dream journal again. This one came to mind, because I purchased a box of Four O'Clock Chocolate Spice tea. The picture on the box is of an ancient Mayan man, in front of a pyramid. The dream came flooding into my memory in full colour;

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. "

~William Shakespeare, from Hamlet Act 1 Scene 5.

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Prologue;

My brother took a trip to the Mayan Riviera. He brought me back a souvenir, it was a silver cartouche pendant, with my name on it in Phoenician hieroglyphics. I loved it, and wore it all the time. Now I am not in the habit of sleeping with jewellery on. But this one particular night, I was tired. Bone tired. I fell asleep after work with all my jewellery still on, and this pendant on a long silver chain. Now call this coincidence, call it my overactive imagination, or call it a visitation from an ancient Mayan spirit guide...but you decide. That night I dreamt this...
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Excerpt from my dream journal; May 7, 2004

I was walking through a humid, green and very lush jungle environment. I was tired...I needed to stop. I had some water in a wineskin of some sort. I drank. I paused to catch my breath and look around. I had come for miles already, my destination was approaching, I could feel it in my bones. I turn sharply, as I sensed someone near me in this lonely place. A man, about 5'11" tall was standing tall behind me. His dark skin was slightly wrinkled, as if he had spent a few years in the sun. He was dressed in skins. I couldn't tell what kind, but they were animal skins. Not primitive though, these were sewn and tailored with great care, very regal in their appearance. He opened his mouth to speak to me, and told me that his name was Eduardo. He asked me to be brave, and follow him. He would assist me with the latter part of my journey. He was smiling warmly. I trusted him. I followed. He led the way. Occasionally looking back at me, to see if I could keep up. All the while smiling. I felt like I had to stop several times. He was patient. He would sit on a rock and just watch me. I couldn't get over the trust I had for this person. I felt no discomfort, just to sit in silence...while he waited until I could walk again. This happened quite a few times during my dream.
We finally happen upon a clearing in the jungle. Our climb had been through many terrains, jungle, hills, flat land, beach, rocky areas. I was amazed at this place he took me to. There was a pyramid. He expected me to climb to the top. He told me there would be a great reward.
I climbed. All the while not liking it one bit; broken rock would give way underfoot, I would stumble, and see that where my foot had been previously, there was now a gaping hole in the structure, allowing me to see down to the beach.
I made a decision not to look back anymore. I climbed with more determination the higher I went. I went to the top of this pyramid with great difficulty, and by the time I reached the top I was in tears. Emotion flooded over me. I felt like I had suffered a loss. A loss of something so great, that I knew it would never be a part of me again.
I look over to Eduardo. His clothes had changed. He was wearing gold, emerald greens, sea blues. He held a horse, a Paso Fino, white. (Don't ask me how I knew this, all that kept coming to mind was that this was a gorgeous Conquistador horse.) It had a multicoloured feather headdress on. It was dripping with jewels, and gold embellishments. I looked up at this splendid creature. Eduardo told me I had passed the test. He handed me the reins of the horse. It was mine.
I walked out onto the top of the pyramid, which was overlooking the ocean, jungle...beach. Down below me was the most beautiful scene...people milling about smiling, laughing. Children playing. I felt no more pain. I felt no more sadness. I cried tears of joy. I remember thinking, 'I did it! I didn't think I could, and I did. I made it through!' I looked at my horse. There were hundreds more like him at the base of the pyramid. All with similar headdresses. Colourful birds flew overhead. Animals were all around. Black jaguars, the white horses, snakes. There was no threat from any of them.
I turned to thank Eduardo, and he smiled. He explained to me that although he had been with me for my entire journey, I had only seen him when I finally admitted to needing help.
I cannot explain the rest of the dream. It defies description. Words, human words in any language cannot describe what I saw. I don't even know what I saw. Perhaps I was not meant to remember it.
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After the dream I attempted to analyse it. Why Eduardo? His name didn't fit the time period. Why my struggle? Why Tulum? Or Chitchen Itza? I wondered if my necklace had a bonus feature, some kind of sacred power. After all, it was made especially for me by a Mayan man at the foot of a pyramid.
I haven't worn the necklace to bed again. I may someday. But for now, I remember my dream well, and the message behind it. I was never alone.

Image; Microsoft Clip Art