Caden

Morning of 09/17/2013

I am in a crowded cathedral like place. It is dark inside even though it is daytime and has a medieval church feel to it. There is a lot of noise and activity as if something is going on. One of the men comes over to where I am, to see a woman there. The 30ish handsome guy is in dirty medieval clothes and is not supposed to be here but nobody has noticed. It is understood, between the woman (also attractive) and he, that he needs to change clothing. She wordlessly suggests average working guy clothing but he rejects those saying, “If I wore those, what would be the use (of being royal)?” He put on flashy yellow and gold armor.
I’m a bit taken aback when a good looking blond woman also in medieval clothes walks in front of him a bit, but facing me, and takes off her medieval dress being naked underneath.
I hear a lot of noise all around but there is a commotion behind me. My view moves in reverse back out of the main cathedral into the entrance hall. It appears the King has arrived and there are a lot of people all trying to get his attention and attending to him like a superstar. I see his face and he looks like Star Trek’s Worf, which for some reason does not surprise me. As I see him coming towards me, I become a person walking along, I feel having feet again, feet in sandals. The King walks by and I say to him “There’s a surprise…” referring to the naked woman, but he took little notice of what I said and kept up with his pose’. I then thought how I thought talking to a king was never so formal or that not just anyone could talk to him so easily.