Finally, a couple of odd dreams which I experienced regarding the Queen & the Royal Family more generally - just because you all will know I'm a
prolific dreamer of vivid, lucid & prophetic dreams....
1) I was standing at the foot of a castle wall, looking up at the battlements. There was the Queen, standing up there with her security &
officiating personnel, looking down at me. As I wondered to myself what was going on, why I was here, she shouted down to me, ever so politely: “Do
you think I'll be giving you any land?” 'Of course not' was the intended & implied meaning. I was a bit miffed, but accepted the situation as
being perfectly normal (as we often do when weird things happen in non-lucid dreams)... Meaning of the dream was unclear at the time, but on having
written it down I'm tending towards the belief that this was a dream about humility, and rejecting any self-entitlement which may have been dormant
within my soul (because in the real world, I've never coveted the land of the Royals, or anyone else really, just some mild envy at times..) I think
it also was a dream about loyalty, about rejecting the notion that I should be disloyal in any way just because my circumstances aren't working out
that well in the real world. In that respect, it could be said that the relationship between the Queen & myself in that dream was analogous to my
relationship with God, ensuring that I remain humble, loyal & non-covetous in the face of evidence that others are doing ever so well in the real
world, despite their lack of concern for the things of God, as an example. I had this dream around 2017, I believe, though I don't keep a formal
dream journal (I really should, in light of my myriad REM stage dream cycles each night, which provide me with extremely vivid & meaningful dreams,
sometimes lucid, often directly prophetic also). I may take today as the first day of my journaling exploits. I think I've resisted keeping a
journal in the past simply because I dream so much, that keeping a record would be time & effort-intensive. On balance, however, it's probably worth
doing..
2) The second dream was astonishing.. I had this dream approximately three weeks ago, timely indeed. The dream started with finding myself on a
quest to get past a guarded & narrow route through sheer cliff faces in Arctic seas, the wind was icy, whipping around as I & my accomplice stood
looking over the narrow pass. He showed me a way to neutralise some of the defences, and I saw that British special forces soldiers had suddenly
arrived, and were looking for me & the accomplice, we were caught, there was no way to get beyond the pass after all, despite apparently making good
progress initially – they had known we were coming, and so ambushed us partway through the efforts we were intent upon.
The dream morphed, and I found myself in a Royal estate/ park in the London area, standing under a pagoda where an antique gun was displayed, from the
era of the Second World War. In an instant I was transported back in time, and I saw the gun being used by a daring & loyal officer, who was
desperately trying to prevent German planes from dropping their payloads on the Royal estate & parkland nearby. He persevered through grim attacks,
and lost an eye due to shrapnel when a bomb landed nearby, an attempt to neutralise his position. The dream morphed again, and now I saw him
receiving royal honours & a medal for his bravery during the horrendous assault, it was a miracle that he had survived, and he had protected the realm
under his aegis without loss of life to any other person.
Next, I found myself being shown scenes representative of my life, particularly the time when I came to faith in Christ, joining a community church -
I saw the spiritual dynamics of what had occurred with that church, how it had been infiltrated by servants of Hell who were trying to bring it down
into ruination. Ultimately, sadly, that basically sums up what happened – there were allegations that church leaders had covered up abuse which had
occurred, or at least had not properly appraised the authorities when it came to their attention. The rumour mill & gossip, and horrid slander which
sprang up in the wake of this tragedy basically destroyed the church, and it was formally disbanded a couple of years after the incidents at the heart
of the matter.
Then, I found myself in one of the Royal palaces, being shown around by a very cordial gentleman who introduced me one by one, to around ten senior
members of the Royal Family, and indeed I passed by many more of those family members to whom I wasn't personally introduced. This was done whilst I
was being shown around the gloriously luxurious palace, decorated with sublime attention to detail by the highest of master craftsmen. I remember
thinking that it was, in a sense, right & proper that the most senior family in the land should occupy homes which could be turned into facilities for
important diplomatic events, which showed off the excellence of British workmanship, with people in attendance whose manners & loyalty were beyond a
doubt stellar in their outworking.
At the final stage of the tour, I was shown into a room at the top of the palace, which, I was told, had been the nursery for the princes & princesses
who had lived there. I was then told that for a short time, a couple of years, I was personally resident here also, as an infant, from 0 to 2 years
of age, before being sent to live with a 'normal' family in the North West of England. I was told that this had been highly necessary, and that it
was all being done for hidden, occulted reasons, though not nefarious in the slightest. Indeed, the whole matter was treated as being something
vital to the future well-being of the nation, for reasons that even now I would not fully understand. The final scene in the dream involved stepping
into one particular room adjoining the nursery, which featured the most beautiful flooring I had ever seen. The entire night sky was represented with
jewels for stars, lustrous metallic deep blue paint which was laquered to provide a mirror polish, with inlaid ceramic tiles, also laquered over,
which featured autumn leaves on a tree which ascended into the night sky. The whole thing was created from the perspective of someone lying on the
ground & looking directly upwards, past the leaves of the tree on one side, at the twinkling stars of various sizes, with perspective which made for
absolute realism. It was simply superb, and I remember asking if I had crawled on this floor as an infant, I was told that I had. I asked about the
nursemaid who had looked after me, but she had passed away it seemed, and was no longer able to speak with me in this dream.
(Continued....)
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