Just woke up with this crazy dream...a good and weird one..it was like a movie plot...I won a contest of women all over the world to go to England and marry the king. I was going to be the next Queen of England. Why he would pick me of all the models and famous single actresses in the world Ill never know, but I flew there and it was this life of luxury that Id never known. I had a safe in my room that was just full of chocolate diamonds in all these gorgeous designs and styles. But he was kind of controlling, basically paraded me around in see thru dresses and lingerie 24/7 and the staff wasnt happy about it. But all I seemed to care about was making the king happy. Who by the way was Jonathan Rhys Meyers as King Henry in the Tudors...so it was him, but this modern time period. (But you know, Im not complaining :-), Wierd. So I snuck out and was roaming the streets of London dressed in my regular clothes because all I wanted was to sit in a pub and have a pint somewhere. I just needed a break. So I sat in a dive bar explaining myself to a bunch of drunk, old gentlemen who treated me kindly and and we all had a great time, before the Secret Servicemen came and picked me up in the black cars and hauled me back to the palace. The King then, (actually quite kindly,) apologized for putting me in that position and taking me away from everything and everyone I loved. I then went back home with a promise to be financially taken care of for my whole life and beautiful memories. Sigh....it was one of my better ones. There were a lot more details but you get the gist of it. The king spent a lot of time running around with his clothes off in my dream. Not that Im really complaining, but I wonder what that means?
Posted on: Tue, 06 May 2014 16:19:40 +0000
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