EDIT: I did a tarot reading to see what the results were, and the dreams are just my brain processing stuff. I’m still upset with them, but I’m glad to know they’re just dreams.
The Desert I would have walked
as the Chosen One and son of the King
now haunts my dreams, my nightmares.
I dream of Palaces filled with gold, the gods
lifted above the poor and desperate of their Land,
I dream of Royalty that hides beneath veils of riches,
denying that all is not well, here in the Two Lands.
I dream of endless, Eternal Warfare. I dream of my brother,
dead in the war, of my father-in-law dying on a cross, of my
younger sister, her story nothing but tragedy and ruin.
I wish for these dreams to stop, I do not need to know
how you are dying. The last time we spoke, you said the
refugees are mine to care for, and that their heads may fall off
for all you care. I recognize that spell, and hate you for it.
I know I’m dead to you, the hated son who chose a different path.
So why these dreams of the family I have lost through estrangement?
Is it my mind processing trauma, or is there something more to this?