Another lifetime...

A dream from when I was maybe 18ish years old:

  I was a girl maybe in her late teens or early twenties with a nice naturally tan colored skin (kind of salma hayek-ish looking in Dusk Till Dawn), not much over 5' tall, standing at the top of an Aztek temple. Even had the long, straight black hair. It was sunset and there were people at the bottom of the temple as far as the eye could see.
  I believe I was some kind of high priestess as I was the only one standing up there aside from three other men. Two I think were kind of guardians and sadly the third was a sacrifice. He was quite handsome and built. Some part of me was sad for what I was fixing to do, but I knew it had to happen. This ceremony was representing my becoming the embodiment of one of their gods.
  I beckoned the sacrifice to kneel before me facing everyone. Then one of the guardians came with a bowl that was placed at the base of his neck. I remember the sacrifice showing no fear; like he'd accepted and almost welcomed his fate to help his people and me become whoever/whatever it was I was supposed to become. I stepped forward to him, gently turned his head up where I could look into his eyes as he looked up into mine, then leaned down and in a quick motion pulled the small dagger-like knife I'd started the dream with in my hand across his throat. He didn't flinch, he just kept eye contact as his life spilled out into this bowl. Then when he could support himself no more, I helped lay him to the ground. At this point I stayed where I was, standing behind him, was given the bowl and drank until all was gone. There was an... energy that came with it. Almost a transformation of spirit.. of being. When I lowered the bowl everyone knelt down.  End dream.