An Ancient Remedy

In this dream I was, yet again, myself. This has become a frequent motif in my dreams of late. I wonder how long it will last? Enjoy.

It was nighttime when I climbed into the helicopter. It had already begun to rain, but the multitude of city lights burned through the slick haze. We lifted off from a small eroded landing pad of faded white markings, pulling higher and higher into the sky. I could see the Mayan pyramid off in the distance, a great hulking mass of trees and crumbling stone. I had been working several years on the excavation of this pyramid, and it looked like an old friend greeting me in the gloom of the stormy night. The pilot swooped up the side of the pyramid giving me a glimpse of the encroaching jungle scaling up the stone sides. I still had so much more work to do. Far off in the distance I could see the city buzzing, oblivious, or perhaps inconsiderate, of the greatness of the structure that stood right outside its limits. The pilot lowered me down onto the top of the pyramid using a rope ladder. I clung to the slippery rungs as the ground floated up to meet me. I jumped down onto the roof and ran across to a trap-door like opening. I climbed down yet another rope ladder into a cold stone hallway. It was dark and damp inside the pyramid, but I could hear voices and a flickering light was coming from the end of a long stone corridor. I followed the voices around a left corner and I walked out into a large cavernous space. There was a small group of people clustered about each other, standing along the edge of a very deep stone shaft that extended all the way down through the center of the pyramid. The shaft was part of the design of the pyramid; it was square and about eight feet across and eight feet wide. Above the shaft, mounted on the walls to the left and right, were two large, metal, cone-shaped coils pointing towards each other. On the opposite ledge from where I was standing was an old desk with a large machine sitting on top of it. The machine contained a large panel of knobs and buttons, and meters with jumping needles inside them. Kiko sat at the desk and was fiddling with the knobs and buttons on the machine. That was when I noticed that Kiko’s husband was standing in front of me, but he looked about thirty years younger. His hair was dark and his shoulders were straighter.  I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him, "What’s going on? I was called out here, but the message didn’t give any details. Did they figure out the wiring problem?” He said to me, “Just wait and see. It’s about to begin.”  Then suddenly, I could feel every hair on my arms standing on end, and there was a deafening crack as the coils sizzled to life with lavender electricity. Arms of light arched out across the gaping shaft towards one another and met in the air above the hole with another whip-like sizzle. A large crackling orb of blue formed where the two arms had met. An old radio on a table behind me jumped to life and began to frantically flip through radio stations, producing a garbled cacophony of background music to accompany the crackling power of the electricity. And then I felt it. A golden, molten warmth seeping and spreading through my body. Every cell in my being began to hum and fizz with life. I felt so alive. Such an effervescent feeling! I felt more alive than I had ever felt in my entire life. A hysterical bubble of laughter escaped through my lips as I flexed my hands, feeling strong and vibrant. Kiko’s husband looked at me and smiled. He looked even younger now than he had a few minutes ago. Kiko turned some knobs on the machine and the electricity popped out of existence, leaving the room cold and blindingly dark. I could still feel the new energy pulsing underneath my skin. Part of me was in shock. I just couldn’t absorb the magnitude of our discovery…we had found the fountain of youth.