After a sequence of short but continuing lucid dreams, in which I continue awakening within my dream, I find myself near the vege patch and shed at the bottom of my old family home. Again, I'm lucid.

Increasingly capable in my movement, I am moving through the air, past the old shed,  kind of hovering - just enjoying that sensation. As I approach the fench at the bottom of my land, I notice that on the one hand there's "I" the perceiver/who's conscious of his movement through the air, but not so much of his 'physical body', and that there's another me - perceivable to the naked eye, moving about in physical form.

I seem to inhabit some higher consciousness. I'm aware that the 'physical' me is somehow wayward lost, and that we need to merge together. That I, as the perceiver/traveller represent a higher aspect of self, and that he seems to be veering from my path. I reach for him (and again, this happens without sight of my physicality), calling to him to merge with me. It takes time, but then we are one consciousness, moving along the river. 'I' feel different now.

~ dream shifts ~

I drop out of lucidity and now find myself walking along a dirt road. As I approach a corner, I am thinking of the different bodies that consciousness can inhabit - on the one hand, there is that body I inhabit in dreams where I'm very much like my physical self - conscious of my legs/arms/etc, another where I am more like a formless being travelling through the dream realm. Further back I recall some dreams from many years ago, one in particular where I was travelling as a body of light, the joy and the sense of reunion with my greater self that brought about.

At this point, in a subtle shift of surroundings, a girl joins me. She is dressed in the colourful clothing familiar to me from Guatemala. There is something deeply spiritual about the walk - along a footpath - heading to some unknown destination - listening to the simple wisdom this girl seems to eminate.

"This is why my father became a Maya", she begins...

"Once you forgive yourself ...

you get to rewrite them" ...

I sense she is talking about the things you wish to forgive yourself for, but still I'm confused. There are unspoken connotations here - of lives before this one, and of the Maya view of life itself.

"Is that in this life, or the next one?", I ask.

"It's in the dream", she replies.

* subtle scene shift *

.. I'm topless now, approaching what appears to be a temple. Only instead of a temple building, I enter a plain where many stone figures sit, along with a circle situated somewhere between them. Empty of people, it feels like it could be a 'Maya' relic, only the soothing but modern electronic music that I hear around me suggests that there is more to this scene than meets the eye.

I walk up to a small space - which appears to me much like a DJ booth. Standing there is my housemate and friend A. I'm surprised to see that he's wearing my t-shirt. I look at him, about to ask what's up with that, but he looks back at me (as if to say what are you talking about?)

I realise that his is actually a different t-shirt, and that I was wrong. I just have a similar piece of clothing.