An Unusual Dream
During a lovely, 2.5-hour nap today, I had the most interesting and unusual dream. Before I fell asleep, I felt pretty bummed for some reason. Feeling melancholy about life, love, and other mysteries, I fell into a deep slumber. In my dream, I awoke to discover that my life had changed dramatically.
I was on a flight to Europe after having been notified by the authorities that I was secretly a member of some Royal family and had to marry the heir to the throne before my 25th birthday (which just so happens to be this coming January). Somehow, I am about to become a princess. When I arrive at the palace, after briefly meeting my husband-to-be (who - luckily - is tall, dark, and handsome, stately, and about 11 years my senior…), the wedding planning begins. I feel as if I am being notified about future events minutes before they are set to occur as everything has been planned before I get there (which drives me crazy!). The wedding has been planned for that evening. My wedding dress (his mother’s) lay on a king-sized bed in my new “chambers”. Palace staff wait on me hand-and-foot, pulling at my hair and sticking it with pins, various styling utensils, and finally, a crown, one that has been passed down through generations since the 11th century. As for shoes, I insist on wearing my own - simple, gold flats that I actually bought in NYC several years ago from Urban Outfitters while on a college trip. Through all of this, I remain confused and frustrated, but somehow intrigued and excited. My life is about to change all in the scope of about 24 hours and I have little to no idea what is happening. While I am getting ready for the wedding, someone important-looking comes in to explain to me how my life is changing. Apparently, my entire life in Springfield, MO has been packed and is being shipped to wherever-in-Europe I am. My employer and close friends are being notified of my situation on an as-needed basis. My student loans and other debt? All paid in full. And the guy I’ve been seeing casually has been asked discreetly not to contact me again. After all, I am an engaged woman now (which is ironic to me post-dream because I really don’t believe in the institution of marriage but am seemingly unfazed by this in the dream). Everything has been taken care of. After he states the facts, this man leaves me there in shock, mouth agape, the whole thing. Then, one of my new cousins, who is obviously a bridesmaid or some equivalent, comes in to take me to the wedding. Apparently it is time to walk down the aisle. I’m standing there, looking at the backs of what appears to be at least a thousand people in a packed church sanctuary. The music swells and just so happens to be the song Maria walks down the aisle to in the Sound of Music (one of my favorite movies). As I begin to walk down the long aisle to my future prince-husband, I notice him smiling at me in an understanding way which calms my nerves. A million thoughts are running through my head - I think of my family and wonder how much they know. I think of the friends and the life I have left behind. I think of the man I’ve been seeing for the past few months and wonder if the relationship would have ever worked out - in the moment, I decide that none of that matters and that I am definitely going through with this marriage. It seems like the right thing to do. When I get to the front of the sanctuary, the music stops and the ceremony begins. Prince/Husband takes my hands in his and reassures me with his smile once again and I smile back nervously and go through the motions of the wedding ceremony. After they announce us as married, Prince Something and Princess Heather Something-Something of Monaco (I think that’s what was said, but it could also be because a real-life wedding happened in Monaco not too long ago), we head to a large dining area for the wedding feast. I feel uncomfortable as nothing much is said, we just begin eating and I feel people’s eyes on me. I can’t tell if they feel sorry for me or if they are happy for me, which only adds to my confusion. After the dinner, I retreat to my “chambers” and fall asleep in my wedding gown. Then I wake up in real life - everything is the same as it was. I am in my own bed with my own things. My new dog Harley whom I adopted the day before lays quietly in his bed. I am not a princess, but I am changed by my dream and I feel the need to write it down before I forget it.
What do you think? Sounds a little Princess Diaries to me but it might make a good book or screenplay, no? Change a few of the details here and there and I might just have a bestselling novel.
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