Message #37713

[guest587]

Repeating and interesting symbols: White rose, White, Chalice, White glove, Nobility

I woke up around 3AM to a dream, my family and I were invited to a dinner party. It was a very formal setting. There were multiple round tables in something like a conference room but it had a very victorian feel to it.  I was in a chair with my back against a wall, but there was opening with people on the other side and an aisle to my right which people would walk down as they were leaving. I had a menu in my hand that had multiple pages. I could flip to the back and identify people of nobility who were attending the party. It was near the end of dinner and my family was eating dessert as party members were walking down the aisle behind me, passing me and leaving out the front. The memory in particular is a woman of royalty placing her wine glass that looked an awful lot like a chalice on my table. She put it down in front of me, but she would not make eye contact with me. Instead she placed her hand along my back and gently brushed my shoulder as she walked by. She had a white glove on and the chalice was decorated in a way it had a white rose covering. She was recognizing me without saying anything, it was a literal pat on the back a feeling like job well done. After she left I am reading the "menu" which is actually a brief synapsis of the royalty leaving the  party. A duke of some sort, I believe his name starts with an E. Edwin?? joins my family as we eat dessert. He was interested in my questions... The Duke was interested in making the place, "a nicer world." I was asking him how? And My Dad was drunkenly speaking out of turn. E put some kind of ring on that my Sister recognized was used as a way to dictate whose turn it would be to speak. Edwin? was dressed in white, and again there is a symbol of a white rose on the ring he is using to speak with. He took an interest in my question and wanted to share his world views with me... I think. The feeling of it all was a type of recognition and an earnest conversation. I am still a bit hung up on the queen- or whoever she was, leaving her glass for me as she left. There is a type of connection being made I don't quite recognize. Like a type of longing in the air.