Prince and Queen
There was a normal type dream this morning, but of vast length and diversity. It went on through scene change after scene change with many changes of characters. A dream like this is too vast and tenuous to bring over complete, so all I really have of it is the first remembered sequence. A little more could have been saved, but, facing and 8:30am meeting I needed to prepare for, what I could record in the morning was limited.
Begin: The location was a very extensive palace placed high on a hillside. I was apparently a son of the queen in this section, perhaps 19 or 20 years old. There were problems with structures, and other problems as well. The queen was out walking among the trees. She was dressed in a light colored gown and had her hair, also light colored, done up high with jewelry in it., and wore more jewelry on her person.
There was a small stone outbuilding with some immense sheets of thick glass leaning against it. The queen's husband and a younger son were next to these heavy sheets when the building settled and the glass fell over on them, shattering into a heap of heavy shards. When the queen came hurrying back upon hearing the noise, I told her what had happened and she was in great distress.
Later: Inside, the palace was very large and richly furnished with many treasures and decorative pieces about. Obviously this was the result of a long period of great wealth. There were many people, richly dressed, throughout the various opulent rooms. I wandered through the rooms and entered another wing to find it full of people from the town below, stripping it of everything movable.
I tried briefly to get some help from the people in the undisturbed section, without success. For some reason, the police would not come to the palace, I don't remember the reason why. I returned to the wing being vandalized and tried to stop the vandals, but the place just swarmed with them and they did not listen. With a huge pair of scissors I killed about three members of one organized group by stabbing them in the stomach, but this didn't slow things down.
I left that wing again for a short time, and when I returned it was stripped clean. The only person remaining was a middle aged black woman digging through a large box. I started telling her of how wrong what she was doing was, and she pulled from the box a rubber diaper and suggested I could use it. I told her I could not, and continued my lecture. She moved to a deep well through the floor, and making some other comment to me, she jumped off the edge backward, presumably to her death. I think she was somewhat despondent at being too late to participate in any worthwhile loot.
There was another sequence, outdoors, where the queen was weeping about my brother. She said she had hoped so much he would make something of himself, but his only interests were complex plans, plots, and games of a sexual nature.
Later in the dream there were extensive sequences where I was with a woman companion, including one in a chef's storage room with his supplies and food items on industrial type shelving. A car was briefly involved in another sequence, and some small buildings in a semi-wilderness area. One may have been a spring house.
End.