In an outlandish dream, I found myself surfing a colossal wave of shimmering, liquid gold that carried me straight to the throne of England. Enigmatic orbs filled with electric mist encircled me, whispering ancient secrets into my mind. I grasped a glowing sceptre formed from stardust, and as holy oil infused with celestial energy anointed me, I soared through the skies on a majestic narwhal, commanding an airborne legion of iridescent peacocks, embracing my fantastical reign.