Audience with the King

1. Open Ritual and Spear Fight

I don't remember how I got here, but I am on a hill meadow, surrounded with trees, looks like a park, that neat. Further on my right and downhill is civilization, it is not that far away. There are houses there. I am here with my two brothers, N and D. There are other people in the group. They across the hill, where there is a straight pathway, on a somewhat lower level than where I am standing now. I get separated, because I see other people, and I know them, so I go to meet them.  My brothers don't see this.
Somewhere on the top of the hill, on the grass, there are five women standing, among them My, and her friends, who I visited in December. They are a group of New Agers. The stand in a circle and hold hands. I watch. I know that they do this more often, but irregular. I come closer, but I don't participate. My is the one leading it. I don't really know, what they are doing, it must be one of their exercises. They usually stand closer to the roadside, to the house. I suppose she lives there, which is why she comes up so frequently.
Now the are more in the centre of the park, and they are not bothered by other people watching them, or hearing them. I think I feel shame in their stead.
At a certain point the are done with that part and I think they walk around in the park, I'm not sure anymore.
Anyway, this is when I get back to my brothers. They have been fighting in the woods in the meanwhile, down at the path, between the trees. I go there. I realize that the women's ritual would be one of peace, world peace.
There is some commotion. I first meet N again, and then D. D says to me he has killed an enemy. At this point I can't remember if this enemy was human or of a fantasy race. I also don't recall how my brother killed him, with arrows maybe. But I am thinking of spears. Selfmade, which wood, ash, and spears with two points, and how clumsy that would be to carry. I contemplate the difference of meaning of the words 'speer' and 'spies'. How I would throw one. So, that must have been the weapon.
I go with my brother, because he wants to show him. I don't really want to see it. The body is still there. He drags me along, we come to the end of the path, it is broader here. And there is a stone border at the end, which is covered in cloth or velvet. Behind that is a wall. Between the low border or wall, and the real wall, lies the body, which is also covered, with plenty of cloth, or other material, dark colour. So, I can't see it. I am glad. My brother still wants to show it, but I tell him I don't want to. I never see the actual body.
What happens next is unsure.

1. Screen Girl

My brothers are still there, we are resting. I am watching computer screens. Big screens, pictures happen fast. There is someone here from Indonesia too.
My brothers, especially D, talk a lot, they have a lot to discuss. In the meanwhile, my eye catches something on tv. The room is built such that there are more tv's. The smaller ones on the left, this one in the center, which is the biggest. I have some privacy watching this one.
I recognize Taki. At first, I let it go by, though I notice she got a new profile picture, and she looks damn good, on other pictures too. At a certain point, I do go back and start watching her pictures, she poses, and his half naked, she looks beautiful. I see she changed her name for the occasion, her last name was changed in this way that the k's are replaced by t's so that it looks like "tits". So, I scroll back and zoom in and enjoy the pictures.
There must have been other stuff I saw, because I'm sure I was looking for something on the internet.
The room is white.
Some other stuff happened then, which was important because it lead to the next bit, but I can't remember.
Her pictures remind me of Alphons Mucha.

+ There was also a cat in the dream. Or maybe even a lion. The cat was small, black on top and white beneath. And either she wanted in a box or came out of it.

1. Meet the King

I remember I suddenly am in a large room, which is inside, but has the feel to it of being in the open. There is light, but dim, but the room has a warm quality to it, wooden floor. Really square. I cross it diagonal, because we enter on one end and we have to get to the other side, like you would cross a square (such as the Ladeuze, which I crossed diagonally yesterday). D is certainly here.
I am surprised by the activity going on here. We walk through it anyway. I see postcards or photographs and lots of stamps on the cobbled stones. They are strewn about, as if someone lost them, and the wind swept them along. When I walk through I try to pay attention, should I pick these from the floor? The people on the square remain stationary, they don't move, but they are busy doing something. I think a little further ahead on my right I can see the king of Belgium. I recognize him. When I look at the photo's I see him on them, too. I am surprised.
I keep on walking as if nothing special is happening, but something official is certainly happening, the people around are his staff. When I get across, I think I see the prince walking in a straight line across the square, quick pace, contrasts strongly with the rest of the royal family. Heir.
So, we enter the next room.
Another big hall, full of people, they are waiting for something, apparently for an audience with the king. It seems today you can queue up for a meet and greet with the king, which means that he is in another room than the one before. Big place.
There are so many people that they enter the next place, waiting room, in smaller groups. Somehow I get caught in the stream of people and am forced to queue and wait. I slightly think of going away, because the wait is really long, but I think by myself, now that I'm here I can as well stay. It does take long and I don't have the patience.
The next room has chairs, which is very good, so we sit down and relax for a while, but it doesn't seem like things will move on quickly. There is a girl there with blond hair and sharp features that catches my attention, she is about my age. She looks familiar, but I don't know her, we never me (now she reminds me of the girl working in the Denon). I don't go over.
We wait, I get bored.
At last the next batch is motioned forward. At that point I had talked to people around me and made friends. Once they give the signal, we go to the door, but we still have to wait. We see the other group leaving by the other door. I am first at the door, which is strange, because I could have sworn I was one of the latest. 
This is the point when I am close to the blond girl. She stands next to me, fate has brought us in this situation. My brother is there too. I also remember fireworks, but I forgot the context. At the very end, I start talking to this girl, and I suddenly reach out and take her hand, she is okay with it. And there we stand. We introduce ourselves, don't remember what we talk about. We have to hurry anyway, because we will be guided in the room soon enough. So I ask if we meet up after this, or if I can get her number.
Then the door opens and I go in, even if I find that this is not fair, because I was not next in line, but more or less the last one. They also announce that there will probably be no more visits because it is late already.
The stewardess guides me in. I follow. We go through a corridor. And then I am guided into a different room, here it is very dark. It looks like a cinema or theater, and a college hall at the same time. The room has been set so that the king is at first invisible, he is covered, with cloth, sits on a chair and waits patiently, another chair in front of him, but turned in the same way, so if you sit down, you are with your back at him, and then a table in front, and another chair turned right. Behind us all, the room is higher, and behind the wall is another room from where they can monitor everything, like in a police interrogation chamber.
Once I enter I don't really now what I am supposed to do. Why am I here anyway. I can't even see the king. I start to realize that he is a Master, one of the ascended masters. But of course, I can't be sure.
The stewardess guides me to my chair and I sit down. She leaves, and I am alone with the king. I start looking for words, not knowing what to say. At the same time I remain very calm. Until that point, where I realize, if I speak to him, I should probably call him His Majesty or something, which I really don't want to do. My thoughts run. This happens when I decided I should say something.
I am with my back to him, so this is a little uncomfortable. 
Then the king speaks. He says something so that I think it is directed to me, but it isn't, he says something to the steward, something like: maybe we should (I can't remember the exact words, but they were stately). What he said was that he wanted to get me more relaxed and comfortable. But the first two words of the sentence could have been meant for me. In Dutch, I think the word 'slecht' was part of it. 
Because of what he said, the stewardess puts on a film, and it starts running in front of me. And I see myself, just where I was about an hour ago, in the waiting room, in the chairs, arranged like in a theater. I see the other people, the room is full. I see more lucidly and there are more colours this way, watching myself. I am a little surprised to see myself, that is not a sight you see every day. I am surprised by my short hair, which is what I have right now (residue). And I am in the chair, but I don't sit up straight, rather hang in my chair and I am a bit ashamed by that, but when I look about the room, other people do it too, especially young men.
But at some point I start talking by myself, to the king, and I say something about politics, I express my view on society. Halfway through my reasoning I realize that this is not something the king can do something about, but I keep going anyway, and apologize after in words that say, that this is only a personal view on not criticism. I'm not sure what the effect is, but this is where the dream ends.
I don't like it one bit that I sit with my back to him or can't see him, look him in the eye.

(54 minutes of writing)