I had a very powerful dream this morning. I dreamt that I was a young man, son of an African Queen (It felt like Egypt). There was news that her baby was gone. The feeling was that it had been kidnapped. I ran amongst the female messengers to the Queen, and once she was told, she began to take the many-colored jewels around her neck and seemingly begun to try to choke or hang herself. I cried out "No, no" but it turned out the Queen was not doing so. She was simply taking off her jewels and dropping them to the ground. They partially shattered upon impact. Then she began to wail, and all the female advisors followed suit. I was caught in the emotional of pure pain, grief, and loss as women began to chant a hymn in another language with a beautiful melody. I felt so connected to all who were weeping, and even in the midst of sorrow, my heart opened so much. I woke up from the dream crying.

What does this dream mean? I think it was a past life, something/someone I felt I'd lost--my younger sibling.

Crazy!

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