Caught myself dreaming I was in the presence of a king in a castle. At the gates were people trying to invade. “Our” soldiers kept the gates open and bested them easily. Paradoxically the merchants and townsfolk moved through the bloodshed without any interference.
I have no idea what this means. It was intense and clear enough I felt it was important but so fragmentary that I am not sure if its spiritual commentary or just a dream.