The God of Chichen Itza

[Context: I write my dreams as if they were fictional short stories. I believe this helps me become a better writer. On my blog, I label these dreamy short stories as #fictionalshortstories.]

Midday. High school math class. 

My headphones were in and I was singing "Where is my Mind?" by the Pixies. I walked down the rows of students to my seat. I noticed people laughing as I walked, so I pulled out my headphones. 

I was singing out loud.

Blushing, I sat at an empty spot, which weirdly was on a smooth brown plastic floor. The floor was a concave shape, and the large drain hole at the bottom of the slope made me uneasy. As I sat down, my favorite green bomber jacket slid down and into the hole.

"My jacket!," I screamed. 

A dark female bent down and grabbed it for me. The jacket was caught on the drain's gates. The woman handed it back to me, silently.

"Thank you," I said to her. She didn't address me back. 

When I turned around, I was face to face with the most peculiar of people. 

It was the most masculine female, or most feminine male- I couldn't tell which, that I had ever seen. They had feathers over their eyes and under their neck. They were adorned in a turquoise breast plate, gaudy eye shadow, and they were short, wide and stalky. 

"I am the God of Chichen Itza," they said to me. When they spoke, I noticed a glorious light surrounding their body.

I felt honored that they even introduced themself to me. They had two sisters standing beside them.  

Their two sisters told me they were djing at a rave later that night. 

After class ended, I walked out to the parking lot, trailing the god of Chichen Itza and their sisters. The god shape-shifted into a tiny fairy and flew along with the sisters. Sparkles shimmered in the afternoon sun behind them.

At this point, I was shocked. I had to tell someone, so I went to my mom's house to tell her about the weird day I had. 

My mom was wearing an elegant, yet simple white dress, and I was shocked to see her look so feminine and beautiful. 

When I told her I met the god of Chichen Itza and watched them transform into a fairy, she became concerned. She didn't know if the god meant me harm or not. 

I felt this sense of dread wash over me, and just as I began to wonder the same thing, I woke up. 

"I fell asleep on the couch again," I thought to myself. 

Relief washed over me, but dissipated instantly.

My newest painting, "The Severed Feminine" walked out of the canvas and stood directly over me, staring at me silently.

"Gah!," I screamed as I woke up again. 

It was a dream within a dream. 

But seeing the silent, severed feminine presence in front of me, in what felt like real time, really freaked me out. 

Every time I look at my painting now, I'm haunted by the collective feminine that has been severed and deafeningly silenced. 

The Cave

 

I arrived. I didn’t know how I got there- just like every other time I’m transported to these strange lands. It was one of those places. Excitement leaked from my brain, down my spine and into every extremity of my body. 

I’ve been to lands like these before. Beautiful, magnificent, wild, and dangerous. 

Joanna and Emily, my God-loving friends from church, were there. I saw Pastor Joe, Chris, and a few other friends from back in the day. I was at a boarding school. 

This boarding school was unlike any other. It was deep in the desert mountains. There was a water park, a tram, and an ocean. I explored the lands with my friends and came across a Los Vegas- like designer shopping mall. Everything was exquisite. But that’s not what I came for. 

I came because I had insight about a cave in the rocky desert walls. This cave went from the high desert in the United States to China. The only stop on the way was the Portuguese coast. But there was something different about this cave. It wasn’t a many year journey underground in darkness. You could get to Portugal in 5 minutes. China in 10 minutes. To my understanding, it was some type of portal. 

There were two dominant religions in this boarding school. Islam and Christian. Both denominations of God were perched atop two large hills, side by side. I watched as Islamic women, beautiful with scarfs covering their heads, gathered for their service. Their eyes were dark, skin was light, and eyebrows were thick. Who knew the mysteries these women held for us. Their stone steps were paved and intricate. Pieces of stone fit together like puzzle pieces. It was indestructible. 

I decided to head to the Christian service, looking over my shoulder one last time at the beautiful Muslim women. 

The Christian church’s stone walkway was different. Very smooth, very step. I put my foot on the pathway with at least a 60 degree incline. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get the footing down enough to make the ascent. All my friends were up there, and I struggled; it was futile.

I made a mental note of how stable the Islamic steps looked. 

I heard a lot of noise coming from the East. What I saw was strange. 

A parade of wealthy Arabs were being led by the police towards the cave. They were on African safari animals. Some rode Rhinos, others atop elephants. Lions, Gorillas, horses, and gazelle were all chained together and being escorted by police. They were side by side and formed a long caravan. The Arab men shamelessly showed their faces as they walked by. They were in the front of the group. Several more animals passed. Then came the dark, massive horses towards the end. Two women sat atop them. They had hoods on. The hoods were zipped up in the front from their chest to the top of their heads. They didn’t want anyone to see their faces, to see them with their hands bound together under arrest. It was a strange sight. I watched until the very last animal crossed in front of me and went out of my sight into the cave. 

My parents came up to the desert to have dinner with me.

We sat at a glass rectangular table. They asked what happened to my friend “Britz” from college. I told them I didn’t know. They said that they really liked him. Then they were laughing about the time I called them asking them for help. They pulled out a video on their phone; it was the video I sent them. They showed it to me and I remembered sending it. It was from the darkest time of my life. I was instantly transported back to being at a man's house at night. The air was blue, chilling, eerie. My voice was shaking with fear. I described a dark entity being in the house with us. The man whose house I was at didn’t see it.

“It’s right there! Right behind you!” I screamed, my voice trembling. 

Just as I said that, hands wrapped around my belly from behind. 

It grabbed me so hard I instantly woke up and shouted, “Oh my God!” 

Dazed, in my day bed, I thought, “What a profound dream.”

I greeted my day dogs in my day house. I never can quite get used to how dense my body feels and the gravity of Earth when I wake up in the morning. Everything feels so heavy here, so unnatural. But I noticed something different about me. I felt like I had transcended. I felt peaceful. Like my guides had removed an entity that was using me as a host to keep me addicted and afraid. I had no fear anymore. Things that didn’t make sense before made sense now. 

Whatever tried to grab me when I was asleep (awake), couldn’t get inside me anymore. My energy field had no gaps for it to enter in. After a long, dark period in the day world, I was finally free.