This from perhaps my best night’s sleep for a month.

The dream opens with a feeling that it has all gone a bit Kurosawa like an epic Japanese war film in which hordes of soldiers on foot and horseback confront each other on a bloody battlefield.  The battle sways back and forth and I am left with a very strong image of a large samurai head in full battle dress and in black and white. I can sense the rest of his heavily armed body but only his head is in view. There is a sense of endless rain and mud and slaughter.

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I wake up for a loo break it is 5:22 AM

I go back to sleep.

I am in a very opulent chamber / suite in the house of a very rich Indian family. There is a sense that this is the private part of the house which is not intruded upon by servants until it has been vacated. I am the guest of a very rich young Indian man and his family. He is about forty, his wife is younger. They have a son and daughter around ten years of age. I can hear them playing.

The woman of the family comes into my room. She is dressed in a partial gold braided traditional costume and is very petite with jet black hair. She exudes a sense of royalty. She has a red bindi and an exquisite gold chain from the piercing in her ear to one in her nose. She goes over to my bed to fluff up the pillows. She sees that there has been a slight leakage of blood from the bandage on the wound on my head. It is bright red. She says never mind the servants will change the bed and wash the linen. She, herself, will re-dress my wound as she is a trained doctor.

We go into the main sitting area where her husband is busy making preparations. We are going to a rally / festival which will be very large. I am to speak as guest of honour at the festival. The woman now has a semi-transparent head covering on. She is kissing the children goodbye and saying that we will all be back for supper.

The scene changes and is looking out from the Lincoln monument in Washington DC onto the ponds / water features in front. It is a little after dawn and the new younger president is there with secret service and top military. The place is tranquil and calm. The president crosses the fingers on both hands and raises them to shoulder height. He turns to a senior military man and says, “Thank God it is calm for now!!” Implicit is that there has been vast strife unrest and even civil war. He turns his back on the ponds and together with his escort they enter a tunnel in the monument.

The dream ends