Royalty – Dreamyoga

Here is this morning’s dream. The subject matter is entirely out of the blue.

The dream starts in the back of a very large limousine car. The seating is arranged like the back of black London cab. I am sat with my back to the driver and Prince William, Catherine and Harry are sat on a broad back seat facing the driver. The seats are made of a luxurious light cream leather and the vehicle is painted black. There is a privacy screen between the back seat and the chauffeur. We are driving around London towards Buckingham palace.

William, Catherine and I are discussing a charitable foundation for which I am the lead advisor and they are the lead patron-trustees. It is set up that they own a large part of the not for profit shares and I too have a small personal interest. The idea behind the charity is cross faith interdenominational. It seeks to break down prejudices and to be inclusive yet challenging. We are discussing how to finalise the articles of association and where the royal patronage seal should be on the “marketing” blurbs. Catherine in particular wants to take a very proactive role with William being more ceremonial. The are treating me like clergy. I am entirely comfortable in their presence and they with me. They are animated and William is demonstrating a good dry piss taking sense of humour. We have pretty much concluded our discussions and Catherine takes charge of the document portfolio which she says she will have checked.

Harry, a post Meghan Harry, is back in London. He has a folder for his own charitable idea. It is to do with prisoner rehabilitation. He shows me a folder in which there are a number of files of hardcore mean violent criminals. He is debating what to do. He gives it to me. I say that why don’t we go visit them in prison and have a chat with them. He says that he thinks it needs more thinking. I say to Harry that I am entirely confident that if I were to meet these criminals I could fit in and easily strike up a rapport with them. The time is now. Harry procrastinates. I say to Harry that sometimes things don’t need to be too glossy and polished, they can be gritty and real. Harry thinks about it. He says that OK he will talk to the prison governor and he will observe my interactions with the inmates. We can decide how to formulate the charity then. Harry is unconvinced that I can get rapport with the prisoners, where as I know that I can. I am burly “beaten up” and can easily find the wavelength upon which to communicate. I give Harry back the file. I say to Harry, “carpe diem”.

William looks at Catherine and smiles. They are both glad that Harry now has something to do…

The dream ends….

This dream came as a series of sleep-wake cycles.

The dream opens in Kabwe Zambia. I have come to reclaim the body of my father who is lying in the “mines” medical facility. He is on a morgue trolley under a blanket. I have to sign a chit for his release so that he can be repatriated. Once I have done this, I can take him away in a wheelchair. I do this and wheel him around town for a last look, during this he appears to be conscious and interacting with the environment. Kabwe is much more metropolitan and modern than I remember. I take him back to the facility so that he can be shipped.

I have a sudden realization that I must get to Lusaka, so I go to the now modern train station. The train leaves at 40 minutes past the hour. I have just missed one. I go into a coffee shop / bar to try to arrange a hotel for when I arrive in Lusaka. Unusually for me I get out a smartphone and look for hotels. I find one. I ask the owner of the bar if she has heard of it. She a white woman with a slight Afrikaans, Cape Town, accent says yes. It is her sister who runs “Tuskers” an elephant themed hotel / restaurant near the train station in Lusaka. It is a sister hotel. I say that I like elephants. She arranges a booking and offers me curry from the buffet in her bar.

I awake.

A Google search reveals that there is a Tuskers Hotel at Butungwa Street PO Box 80942, Kabwe 60100 Zambia. It is near the Big Tree Monument, and I have been in that hotel as a child when it had another name.

I drift off.

I catch the train to Lusaka. It is modern and there are loads of young people on their devices. I arrive at my hotel and get installed. Prince William the Prince of Wales is there, and he wants me to accompany him on his tour of schools in the area and then to go with him to the Okavango Delta. He has very fond memories of his time in Africa before he had too much responsibility and it all got so complex. William is hyper enthusiastic and gets a great reception at the schools. He asks my opinion on each establishment after we have visited. He brings excitement into their lives. It is uplifting.

I wake up

I drift back off.

I am now in the UK if feels west country maybe Gloucestershire. We are walking along a private path / road on an estate. It is tree lined, and autumnal. William is introducing me to Catherine and George. George is a little intense and kicking leaves. I say that I used to have the nickname George when I was a teenager. He then relaxes slightly. William explains that George has many questions which he would like to ask me. I say that I am happy to try to answer. Back in a drawing room of sorts George goes off and comes back with something in his hands.

He shows me an aspherical golden orb. It is about the size of a large potato and it is like an elongated, squashed sphere. There is an inlay in a darker coloured gold wrapping it in a cross bottom and top and all around the long “circumference”. It is clearly hollow and there is something inside. He asks me to take a look at it and hands it to me to inspect. I know that there are other artefacts in the series and that he is not telling me any background information.

I say that we need to think carefully about how we approach this. He nods.

I awake

I drift off

William, Catherine and I are now once again outside on the path. William tells me that Catherine is still fragile after her ordeal and that her mood fluctuates. He says that she would like to talk with me about her dreams which have been plentiful. They are linked to George, and she senses they are of the same puzzle. I say to them that I would be very happy to talk about dreaming and dreams, subjects close to my heart. Catherine smiles and sighs in relief. William says that he is very happy for me to do this, in private, but I must undertake to keep him updated on a regular and thorough basis. This is because there are many things pertaining to royalty about which I am unaware. He is more concerned about Catherine than George, because of the blood, implied royal in George.

The dream ends and I think WTF.

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