Not Just A Horse

My dreaming was very lucid last night.  A new friend appeared, and old foes took the rest of the dream away.  I was just trying to hold a birthday party at a family cabin.  A U.S. Navy ship went by at top speed with lights that made it look like a dragon.  It was so cool.  The places my few party participants and I were to celebrate and stay were underground cement rooms with water dripping and freezing.  There were two chainsaw statues that were only partially finished outside.  My friends were being asked to PAY for their lodging that night.  My remote siblings had all of the nice places to be with their friends.  They felt like drug cults.  After all the dreaming, I got to tell some brothers about R.J.S. Royal Sultan.  He was a royal gift horse my grandfather (He was actually my biofather.  He was top world military royalty [Kaiser since birth] and my mother was top royal queen.  The experiment of me was a success.) acquired from a group of sheiks from The Middle East.  He was bred for my temperament and the sway in his spine was perfect for the breaks of my spine from caning from birth.  It was a royal experiment that really worked.  He was made, by name and breed, to be tunnelled through by royals especially from Saudi Arabia, to keep him calm, observant, and intellectually gifted.  He was able to compete in both Western and Dressage riding styles.  I would have first trained him in Dressage, and then stop that style, and take into Eventing.  That is where we would have become energetically one, thus healing my spine and neck.  My grandfather was the first western military leader to open up diplomacy with especially the very royal military members of Saudi Arabia.  This horse came to us under the laws of foreign royal management.  There are no taxes on royal gifts to royally higher entities.  Because I was not given the horse, and it was given to my sister, taxes, to this day, are still pending.  It was very illegal, actually.  This horse was gelded at 6 months to keep him calm.  In an accident, due to mystical and material matters in our neighborhood, had Sultan bucking off my sister's friend and she was later dubbed brain damaged at the hospital, and her machines were turned off.  The accident happened right in front of her father at their very Catholic family home.  It did go public, and Sultan was judged innocent of all counts.  If they had chopped off his head, which was the cry, all royals from Saudi Arabia and other royals and their families, would be psychotic and psychopathic still today.  I still dream of that horse being left to just sit alone in a dark stall to suffer.  It is something that was, and is, very painful for me.