"They'll think I'm crazy or making it up. Sometimes I think I'm crazy or making it up." Marissa Ryan, psychic
This will be classified soon. One can have dreams of any other people and not be thought of as crazy. Telling people you had dreams of Royalty can get you branded as 'crazy'. I don't want that. My aim is to be normal. Normality. Normal. Sanity and normality.
Sunday, April 8, 2018
In a room with a lady who I sensed was Royalty. At first I thought she might be Queen Elizabeth, but she had curly brown hair and a somewhat different vibe. It was Queen Victoria! She was seated at a table. Standing behind me at the table, when I turned around to look, it was a man dressed in a 19th Century red military uniform. He looked plastic and shiny, I thought he was fake, but ghosts sometimes do have a new plastic shiny look to them. His head looked bald but not bald at the same time. It was Prince Albert. He was standing behind me the way Prince Philip stood behind me in the other dream. And like King George and King Edward stood behind me. What's this with Kings standing behind me in dreams?
Leonardo di Caprio. The Titanic. "I'm the King of the World!" Like a King, he was standing behind somebody when he said that.
Then I went into a hall and saw Queen Victoria again! I told her I saw some Royal people, me not knowing at the time it was her I was referring to.
Then I went into a room and saw something strange. A ghost changing clothes fast, one after another. I missed a couple but the ones I got were the British Union standard t shirt and then the red military uniform again.
Later, I was riding a bus. The bus stopped. There was snow all around. Then Debby, my old friend whom I haven't seen for years steps out in a yellow dress.
She walks up the street and turns right.I chase her but she doesn't seem to want to talk to me.
At one point, she stopped, so I stood where I was and yelled at her. I yell at her, "I've improved and changed over the years. I traveled a lot and know a lot about the 5th Dimension. Why would you avoid me? I've done a lot in my life. You're still just a square!"
Then I am at a place. A playground. I am told there is a card game there at a building further on. The code word to get in the door is "Straight up." I go across a park and mimic an East Indian accent, maybe even Maharishi Mahesh Yogi's, "Transcendental meditation is good. Transcendental meditation is good. Sick boy is very very sick."
A reference to Sick Boy's unifying theory of life, perhaps.
I arrive at the building. Shimmy up a ramp with railings, and then get to the door.
When I am there, a party is going on. I see Debby. She walks past me and we hug. We kiss each other a little bit, pause and then we really kiss. I am thinking, "This my first kiss with Debby. Me, at this age." This age referring to being nearly 50.
When I woke up, I looked out of the hotel front window to look for a sign. Last time I saw a sign, the Police van 1147. Anyways, the sign was a lady with long hair, same color as Queen Victoria, with a jacket with white and then blue and some dark blue. The white was on the shoulders, and some on the sleeve or elsewhere. Same colors as the dress.
