Warrior

I recently had a dream I have had many times before. I am in this old palace, it looks as if I am in ancient Rome and the palace belongs to me. I am sitting at a dining table speaking to what is supposed to be my mother. She resembles my real mother but vaguely, and I resemble myself but my hair is incredibly long and my skin is more olive; I am also a lot taller than I am in real life. My mother asks me if I am scared of the battle that is coming; I tell her that I am scared but I am ready. At some point, a friend comes into the dining room and informs me that “they” are ready for me. I kiss my mother good-bye and my friend take me to a place in my home that looks like a stone jail cell with a pedestal in the middle. She leads me to stand on the pedestal and about 4 people rush into the cell with all kinds of armor and weapons. One of the people was my husband but in this dream he was merely my companion. He began to undress me while the other 3 people redressed me with the armor. All of a sudden my friend brings in what looks like gnomes to say a warriors prayer for me. I feel a bit scared because I realize that I won’t make it. After some time, they finish dressing me and they give me a weapon that looks like a mace. I walk to an entrance that looks like it leads to a ring. I look back at the people that dressed me and they give me this look like they know I won’t be back. It always ends there.