I dreamed again of the golden king.
He is amazingly beautiful. He seems to be in his early twenties, yet he is ancient. A golden light emanates from his body. He is naked, except for the circlet of gold around his brow. At first he seems beardless, because the hairs of his face are very fine and silky and soft, like threads of light.
He is in the posture of sleep, but his eyes are wide open, fixed on something beyond ordinary sight.
His bed is a marble slab, perhaps the lid of a sarcophagus, but in no way cold or hard.
As always, I am awed by this golden king. I know he is the essence of the true king, the one who can repair the world.
Perhaps a woman will dream of him, and transfer this dream to the man she chooses to embody him....
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Lovely dream - perhaps the king who sleeps with eyes wide open is already awake and waiting for the call to return - reminds me of Arthurian lore and your story of your Albanian (I think) trip.
What a stirring image, and a beautiful gift this dream is. Thank you so much for sharing it - your comment on "the one who can repair the world" drove something home for me about the meaning of the King in my own dreams which has been a bit elusive until now. Quite a vision to transfer...
This beautiful image reminds me so much of a dream from a few nights ago where I was situated in a sea cave. A humback whale had made its way through a deep but narrow ravine of sea water so that we could meet face to face. The whale opened its mouth and spat something out. It was a human head. The head turned into a beautiful golden man and together we rode on the back of the whale into the sunset.
Perhaps she is already dreaming of him, and Time is bringing the dream closer and closer to the reality of that one she chooses.
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