Something Is Wrong With Her Face

People are ecstatic. Oprah is coming to our building. I know beforehand that something is wrong with her. In fact, I am afraid to look at her face. Oprah arrives and walks up onto the stage in the auditorium. I am walking the halls around the auditorium, but I can see her through windows and openings. Something is wrong with her face. Every time I look, it becomes more and more contorted.

I walk away from the gathering and toward the end of the building, which is a castle. My sister, Morgan, appears. We need to fight an evil queen that resides up a set of concrete stairs. We enter the queen's throne room. I have been here once before, but Morgan has not. To me, the queens' appearance is frightening. She appears as a nine-foot, purple dragon with a tail. Standing next to her is a ghost of herself. To Morgan, the queen seems reasonable. I assume that every time one sets their eyes on the queen, she changes and deteriorates into something more sinister.

We don't end up fighting the dragon but instead talk to her. We leave the throne room and head toward the auditorium. We stop in a storage room where our friends are hiding. Everyone sits around a white table. We are the only ones who see something wrong with Oprah's face. 

I wake up

Your Majesty

Dream 8/29/2017

My sister has recently been made Queen of her land. I don't know if this land is America. If this land is Britain. Everyone that approaches her must address her as your Majesty. Since she is my sister, I don't address her as such. People tell me that I must address her appropriately. She says she doesn't care.

My sister, the queen, her boyfriend and I swim through underwater tunnels. We are accompanied by the fishes of the sea, as well as a family of dolphins. When the dolphins swim past us, their momentum pushes us forward at a heart-pounding pace.

The building in which my sister addresses her people is beautiful. Much like America's capital building, it is ornate and designed for royalty. The giant room is horseshoe shaped. My seat is in one of the curves of the horseshoe where I cannot see my sister give her speech. I find the queen and ask her if I can get a better seat. "You've never had a front row seat before?" she asks. "No," I reply. She promises to get me a better seat.

I look at the seats where royalty sits. The two in the middle are for my sister and her boyfriend. On either side of them are the cabinet members. Dream ends.

I wake up