International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

WhiteWind's Dream

Battle at Chichen Itza and other lucid fragments

~7:00 AM, July 20th

In my basement fighting Jamie Bell. We are rehearsing for a fight that we want to do in our dreams. He does a low spin kick and trips me, but I notice that I didn't feel much pain. Without reserve I throw a strong right hook and he goes down. I cross his arms behind his back and pin him. He laughs at my shoddy pin and stands up effortlessly. This feels off, I try to do a hand RC, but he has broken free and is grappling me. "Wait." I push him back and slowly observe my hand. lucid. I'm off to find Chichen Itza (lousy recall, don't remember the chronology)

Lucid in the black, watching small images form and hearing music. I materialize outside in a park. It's dark out and I see a police officer walking near. After stabilizing, I go towards a street light, to illuminate the dream. I try to climb the pole but fail, so I bend in and sit on it, trying to use it as a catapult to get to the temple.

Cant remember how I got from there to the pyramid

I see Chichen Itza in the distance and come upon it quickly. I am with two others who I feel are dreamers, but I am only semi-lucid, and don't engage them directly. A battle is about to take place at the temple, and I am caught up in the moment of it. When we arrive at the top of the temple, we are joined by many painted warriors. I see myself in third person. I am in a pre battle rage. My body is covered in red and blue war paint, muscles flexing as I roar a battle cry. I am almost taken aback as I see my eyes, which are chilling and blood thirsty. Then I spot on my back a bow and quiver of arrows, and excitement takes over. The enemy is approaching, another tribe, which is more animal like and demonic than us. I nock an arrow and take aim at a chief like warrior, who has an elaborate garb. I fire and make a direct hit, but he is unaffected. A talisman around his neck is made of bone and magically repelled the arrow. The battle continues, but I've lost details from memory. recall picks up when we are back at camp.


One of my two companions is mourning the loss of a woman. I approach him and tell him we must go back to the temple. Lucidity is very minimal here. There is an increased awarness. I know I can do magic, but not fully aware of dream. He doesn't understand why we must go. I want to see a certain warrior at the temple. "Our fates are entwined." I tell him. We walk through a forest, into a field. There is a village in the distance, and the architecture is similar to Chichen Itza, but I can't spot the pyramid. "Where is the temple?" I ask them, but no response. I take off from the ground, hoping to get a better aerial view. I fly above the village, and quickly leave the earth and enter space. Vision fades to white and I wake