So the dreams continue. Before I can be crowned King, I must go through a ritual at Warrior Falls. The power of the Black Panther is stripped from me by a concoction, and the four tribes of our nation are called forth if they wish to challenge me for the throne. All say no, though my little sister Shuri - ever the upstart - wanted to skip to the end of the ceremony because she hated her outfit.
Then M'Baku showed up. He is the leader of the Jabari, the only Wakandan clan that refused to come under the rule of the kings of Wakanda. It was a brutal fight, but in the end I got him to yield, for the sake of his people, for the challenge to the throne is usually to the death unless one yields and the stubborn fool did not want to.
Then my powers were restored to me, and I was able to visit my Baba (father) in the Djalia, the realm of our ancestors. It hurt my heart to see him but not be able to be with him in life. At least I could make peace with how he died, and get much needed advice on how to be a good king.
Also? The dreams gifted me with my weapons and costume from warrior falls. I think I will mount them on the wall in my study.