A Series of Five Dreams: Royal Echoes from the Past

Dream 1: 

The Queen’s Letter and the Past Life Connection In the first dream, I found myself transported to an era long past, during the reign of Queen Victoria. The setting was formal, almost like an archive, where important records were being kept. I observed data analysis reports, meticulously written under a citatory column, much like what one might see in an old newspaper. The subject of the reports was unusual, focusing on the Burmese military. I read through the names of ministers and generals, their biographies carefully documented. The atmosphere was heavy with importance, as though these records held great weight. Amidst the papers, I saw something unexpected — a letter written by Her Majesty Queen Victoria herself. It was a birthday letter, addressed not to a figure from history but to someone who seemed strangely familiar. As I read the letter, I realized that the birthday mentioned did not match my own in this life. Yet, it felt as though the letter was meant for me. Could this be a sign of a connection from a past life? The thought lingered in my mind, a sense that perhaps I had known Her Majesty in another time, another existence.

 Dream 2: 

The King’s Frustration and My Defense In the second dream, I found myself in the presence of a king. He was reviewing a notebook filled with notes and data. I sensed that this data was somehow related to me, though I wasn’t sure how. As the king scrutinized the information, his demeanor changed. His brow furrowed, and frustration built within him. Suddenly, he pointed to the notebook and yelled, "You are a beggar!(Monk)" His words echoed through the space, harsh and accusing. But I stood my ground. I knew the data he had received was wrong, and I felt compelled to defend myself. "I am not a beggar, i am just a monk " I said firmly. My words were calm but resolute, a clear rejection of the king’s misunderstanding. The tension between us hung in the air, but I knew the truth of my own worth, regardless of his misjudgment.

 Dream 3: 

The King’s Offer and the Strain of Obligation In the third dream, the same king appeared again. This time, his demeanor was different, less angry, more thoughtful. He approached me with an offer. He said he could give me financial support if I wished — money or something else I might need. Yet, even as he made the offer, I sensed a pressure weighing on him, as if this gesture was not entirely voluntary but born out of some deeper obligation or tension between us. His offer, though generous, felt heavy, as though there were strings attached, unseen forces at play influencing his actions. I could feel his conflict, and though he was trying to be kind, the pressure in the air made it difficult for me to accept the offer easily. It wasn’t just about money or support; it was about the unspoken bond between us that seemed to be pulling him into this situation. 

 Dream 4: 

The King’s Withdrawal and the Uncertainty of Understanding In the fourth dream, the king once again entered the scene, but this time his attitude was entirely different. He seemed distant, almost disinterested. There was a process, some important matter, in which he had previously been involved, but now he wanted no part of it. He sat back, his face clouded with uncertainty. I could tell that he was frustrated by something he did not fully understand — some key indicator, some crucial detail that escaped his comprehension. Because of this confusion, the king decided to withdraw. He no longer wished to engage in the process, feeling that without a complete understanding, it was better to step away. His decision felt final, as if he had resigned himself to the fact that this situation was beyond his grasp. 

The Fifth Dream

In this dream, my father summoned me to attend a meeting. I arrived at a place where a large gathering of people were already seated, waiting for the meeting to begin. Among them, I too sat, anticipating the arrival of the meeting's president. After a few minutes, the doors opened, and my father entered the room. But as I looked closely, I realized that it wasn't my father—it was His Majesty, the King. The transformation of my father into the King was profound. In this moment, it felt as though a connection between us transcended the present life, as if we were linked as family in a previous existence—father and son, perhaps. This dream stirred deep emotions and evoked a sense of recognition, as if it was revealing something important about the bond we shared, not just in this life, but in lives before. The reason for such a dream, I believe, is not arbitrary. It feels like a message—a concept meant to be conveyed to me, guiding me to reflect on the deeper connections we carry with us through the cycle of rebirth.