shaman dreams

I'll tell you about my dream last night. It woke me in the wee hours this morning. Here is what I remember: Jay, the boys and I were traveling far into the back country. We came to a small village and found a place to stay. Then we went walking in the country side and climbed up a cliff. As we got toward the top I realized that we were in the midst of a great Aztec ruin. I climbed up high on a wall to collect a blue stone, something similar to turquoise. The stone was important to me, but it felt a dangerous to claim it. It was precious and I wasn't sure if it was legal for me to take. I took the risk and then we turned to walk back toward our accomodations. Jay, the boys and Allee (our dog) ran ahead. I climbed up another small hill and found myself on top of a fallen statue of an aztec warrior god. He had a white knife in his hand. I reached out and grabbed the knife for myself, feeling a little guilty about claiming it too, but I knew it wouldn't last long where it was. Then I looked down and a small mexican man, a shaman, was climbing up toward me, then the ground started to rumble. I dropped the sword and the blue stone and ran back to the room, gathering the boys and Allee as I went. Then I awoke. I told the dream to my friend Dee Dee this morning. She told me I need to learn to claim the sword and the stone and not run back to safety. So, I came home and lit a small fire and burned some copal and chanted and asked the small man in my dream if I could have the sword and the stone. He hasn't answered clearly yet.