I am drawing what looks like a dragons eye, with incredible detail. Swirls of flame, which become the colour in the eye
While I'm drawing Queen Elizabeth II approaches me in the yard, walking with a walking frame. She doesn't see me laying on the ground drawing and trips over me
She doesn't fall hard and she doesn't hurt herself
I feel bad that I inadvertently tripped her over, but also wondered how she didn't see me right in front of her
She asks what I'm drawing and I show her
The drawing has become a very detailed drawing of the universe, with multi-dimensional eyes layered into it. A eye, inside a eye, inside a eye, inside a eye
She asks me if I understand what I've drawn and I tell her very clearly "Yes, I understand it exactly what it means"
She starts to walk away and as she does I tell her that I retranslated the Bible, which gets her attention
I ignore her and return to my drawing. I sense my sister is there, though the drawing I show her is much different. You look at it from a different angle and it is something completely different. Then I turn it around and the universe image with the eyes reappears. The image is almost the dimensional or lenticular to look at
The dragon eye that I was originally drawing seems to be a almost inverse version of that I'm looking at
Then a different Elizabeth, my friends wife Elizabeth, is sitting with me in the yard talking to me
She is trying to get me to go with her to do something else, for some reason
Something is buried in the yard in front of us that I will not leave. I won't go with her
She tries ignoring what I'm telling her about how we relate to the universe
Something other than me tells her that what I'm telling her is the most important thing she'll ever hear, so she stops trying to get me to leave and listens
I tell her that the entire universe is within her and then go into detail about how it works. Light through a prism
She seems sad as if something inside her doesn't want her to know that I'm telling her, but I get the instant feeling that it's not because of that, that's just what I'm supposed to think. It is sad because of what I know and it knows that I'm going to spread what I know
It doesn't want me to know what I do and it certainly doesn't want me to spread it to others. This is why it is sad
It feels as if removing the veil means that it loses something and that is why it is sad
Then we are kissing and I'm trying to remove her bra. For some reason the bra latch has pins in it and keeps hooking into her skin while I'm trying to undo it
Eventually I get it undone
This Elizabeth is in a semi-open relationship where her husband and it feels as though whatever we are doing, there is nothing wrong with it. It won't cause problems. Though in real life, we have never done anything and I don't think either of us ever would
It is a strange dream from here. It is sexual but nothing sexual takes place, if that makes sense
It feels to me as though, she needs to have some type of sexual union with me because of what I told her. May be another part of she felt sad when I told her. But, no matter what we do, it feels like sex is impossible. Like no matter what we do or try (and regardless of how much or how little we want to do it), it won't happen, no matter what we do
It seems literally impossible and like it's been made this way very deliberately and on purpose
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