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Entry added August 2012 to the Guzmán-Gonzales family journal by Cassandra Luisa Gonzales.
When I finally broke down last week and told Nana about the dream I've been having since the accident, she didn't say a word. All she did was hand me this journal. I've read it a hundred times and most of it still doesn't make sense. It can't. I'd rather be crazy than believe that the gorgeous stranger starring in my increasingly dirty dreams is some reincarnated Mayan hero.
What started as a passionate romp in my sleep with a hunky stranger has become something much more terrifying. Don't get me wrongthey're wonderful, erotic dreams. I've never found so much pleasure and passion in any man's arms before. But each dream is stronger and more detailed than the last. He claims the magic is mine, that each time I dream him I'm binding him more fully to my world.
He's not real.
So I kept telling myself. Until this morning when I woke up with a few token bruises and scuff marks from his enthusiastic lovemaking. Either I really am losing my mind and have started to hurt myself in my sleepincluding bite marks on my neckor Nana's journal isn't a bunch of myths. Myths I started to dream before I ever read them in these ancient pages so painstakingly copied generation after generation.
Now I find myself continuing the family tradition by adding pages to this journal, both to keep my sanity and as a warning. This is what happens when you lose your grip on reality. When you begin to fall in love with a man you've only known in dreams. When you become so desperate for the truth that you're willing to leave behind everything to find him.
There's only one way to find out if I'm as crazy as I fear, or if there's a kernel of truth to these legends. I've decided to go to Guatemala and find out. I'm going to find Nana's family. I'm going to talk to some of the people who were raised on the legends in her journal.
Even more importantly, I'm going to walk the ground where Técun Úman, the legend himself, supposedly lived and breathed.
Then maybe he'll leave me the fuck alone.
Oh, don't worry about me too much. I'm taking my best friend Natalie along for the ride. She's ordered me to enjoy this desperate crusade as a vacation. Even if she has to commit me to an insane asylum before we fly home, we'll start out by having a good time.