Princess of Sweden

Date: 4/22/2016

Somehow my husband was in line for the throne (dream logic!) and suddenly every problem I had ever had with immigration into Sweden dissolved. We had to be coronated and suddenly we lived in a palace and our lives were so easy, with people helping us wherever we went. People helped me choose my gown, and took care of all the details like the shoes and jewelry. Basically all I had to do was show up. Our symbol was a red poppy... My dress was ivory and reminded me of the Anastasia dress without the sash. On my way to the event I noticed I had high heels on and would be taller than my husband - so I broke the heels off. I entered an office building with some other people, I was considerably overdressed but apparently needed to do a bit of paperwork before the event. Witold was late, so I waited for him... then I woke up.