Royalty

Date: 11/6/2016

I dreamed that I met a prince. He was from England, but was not of this time. I was so in love with him. I could tell he had feelings for me, but he was unsure of making me his wife, due to there being other women interested in him. It was like I was in an actual contest with 2 other women for his heart. Like, the dating game from tv. Where the bachelor sits on one side of the curtain and the bachelorettes sat on the other side. Except... there was no curtain. And there was an audience. The queen and everyone was there to see. I was so nervous. We were on a stage in the Palace, maybe like in a ballroom. Bright lights shining down. I remember feeling the heat from the hot spot light. I was dressed in my ball gown. I don't remember what it looked like. I had my hair done up, but I could feel that it was beginning to fall down. I had been running around in my dream, trying to get ready for this contest beforehand, and i believe I was almost late, for trying to convince my prince he needed to look no further than me. I could feel a glisten of sweat on my forehead from running around. I remember I had found a ring that was a replica of Diana's. I put it on my left ring finger. It was beautiful and glistened in the stage lights. I was also wearing beautiful, diamond jewelry. And I just had a gut feeling that he would pick me. I am in love with him. Surely, he knows these others are only here for the status and luxuries. Not because they care for him. They are nice things to have, and of course I want them too. But, I more than anything want to be his wife. As we were all on stage, I remember a royal announcer asking the other 2 women before me preliminary questions. Gauging each answer to find who would be the best fit for me prince. Finally, it was my turn. Surely they will all see just how much my prince means to me. He is my heart and soul. And without him, I'd surely die. Surely they can tell I'm not after him for the money, the fame or fortune. I just want to be his and he mine. Just as the announcer got to me, I remember mentally preparing myself. Telling myself not reach up with my polished finger to wipe the drop of sweat above my brow. To speak calmly and softly. Not to get too excited. They will see. They will all see that it's me. I am the one for him. My beloved. I go to speak, and everything begins to fade. I lose sight of everything around me. Then I close and open my eyes. I see daylight through the blinds. This couldn't have been a dream. This was real. I could remember the smell of the palace, the soft glow of the candle light. The orchestra playing lightly in the background. The muted conversation. The eyes burning into my flesh. No, no, no! This can't be just a dream. I dreamed this last night, Nov 4, 2016. I woke up this morning immensely sad and heartbroken. I feel as if the love of my life has disappeared without a trace and with no way to get back to them. I'm having a hard time now even remembering his name, but I want to say when I called out for him in my dream, I called him "Edward". All day has been sad and gloomy. The sun has shined and the birds have sang. But my world feels cold and dreary. Why does a dream affect me so immensely?? A man who doesn't exist and a scenario that would never happen. I am bewitched. And as I fall to sleep after writing this, I hope to find him again. And prove my undying love. Edward. My love.