These Dreams...

OK, I know you are thinking, “another dream blog?” Yes.
I am a dreamer. I have vivid, detailed dreams that don’t often give me the nudge that I am dreaming, even when bits of my reality (shows I watched recently usually) poke through. I have woken up sobbing, terrified, laughing, and even moaning (yes, I said it) from the intense emotions I experience during my dreams. I usually write down the ones I remember, as I figure they contain at least some shred of relevance to my life. I have always been right about that. Even if it isn’t immediately apparent, I am able to glean understanding at some point about something in the dream. Last night might be an exception though…

Maybe I should begin with a little background. I am fascinated with several things. To name a few: graveyards, old buildings/towns/cities, southern mansions, water, dance, and anything British. I recently watched The King's Speech and absolutely loved it. It is a true story and I highly recommend it with the caveat of it being rated ‘R’ for swearing only. One of the main characters, Prince Albert (the current Queen’s (Elizabeth II) father), has a stammer. He works with a speech therapist who utilizes unusual methods for treatment of speech impediments i.e. swearing. It takes place in the mid-1930s which allowed me to get a glimpse of “modern” royalty in England. It’s easy enough to imagine kings and queens during medieval times. But picturing one wearing a suit, and having a stammer, makes him all the more real to me. You can read more about “Bertie” here.

The second bit of background is that I used to be a VIP Tour Guide at Disneyland. I am contemplating writing my memoirs of that wonderful time. But the point here is that famous people and even royalty are not exempt from appearing in my dreams because I had the privilege of getting to meet and know some. The biggest lesson I learned is that they are people too. Take them out of context and they are just like you and me. That was how I HAD to see and treat them while at the park in order to be the best Guide I could be. They didn’t want a rabid fan, or a fussing publicist, or a timid Park ambassador. As a result, I got to know them as people. We would have conversations about what books we liked to read, or what TV shows we loved, or what their son’s poop looked like that morning (not joking). They not only insisted I join them for lunch, but offered me a bite of what they were eating. Anyway, I digress.

Back to the dream.

My Monday morning mind is a little fuzzy around the edges, so I don’t quite remember how it began. It was about Prince Albert’s eldest great-grandson, Prince William. As a teenager, I thought he was dreamy and was glad he looked more like his mother than his father. Even as an adult with his receding hairline (poor guy) he is handsome. I, like millions of others world-wide, watched the Royal Wedding and giggled hearing him talk. I love English accents. Fortunately for me, he and I both were single in this dream. I was still a VIP Guide at Disney, and he was visiting the States with his Grandmother, the Queen (played in my dream by Helena Bonham Carter who also played the wife of Prince Albert in the film). This was the 1930s (bit of my reality again) and everyone was accordingly dressed. For some reason the three of us were on a city bus (not a limo?), and sitting at the back no less. I was in my plaid by the window, William was in a dapper suit on my left in the middle, and Elizabeth was all furs and pearls on his left. We had become acquainted with each other prior to this moment, and were speaking in a friendly way. We were approaching our destination, and I was providing instruction as to how we were going to proceed off the bus and into the venue. I must have been speaking too loudly, because when I said the word, “VIP” William ducked his head down out of view and became quite cross with me. He was trying to maintain a low profile and didn’t want the other passengers alerted to him being on board. I was embarrassed that I had inadvertently exposed him, and was trying to explain myself by saying, “I am so sorry. I didn’t think…” at which point he cut me off and said, “No, you didn’t think, did you?!” I again tried to explain that he had a recognizable enough face so that nothing I said or did would be as conspicuous as him simply appearing anywhere public. This time, the Queen poked her head out from her furs and interrupted me by telling William, “It’s because she has no sense of propriety! I told you! She is too familiar with you, William.” Thankfully, he realized that I meant no harm and that they had been too harsh with me. He smiled at me and told me it was OK and to just be careful from now on. He even joked that maybe we should call him some sort of pseudonym in the meantime.

Our destination was a library. Once we got there, William was flirting with me the entire time. No one could miss the sideways glances, half-smiles, and blushing that kept occurring. I went in the bathroom to freshen up and touch up my make-up. I came out determined to get him alone somehow. I hid behind a corner of bookshelves and ducked down. He came looking for me, and leaned over to whisper something to me. I took the opportunity given to me, grabbed a hold of his coat lapels, and kissed him. He was surprised, but did not resist and kissed me back. It was brief, but sweet. He blushed, muttered something like, “people might see” and disappeared around the bookshelf.

Back on the bus, he and I were very cozy in our back corner as we snuggled under our own furs. He had thrown decorum out the window and wrapped both arms around me and would kiss my temple every once in a while. All this was much to the chagrin and disdainful looks of his Grandmother. She would “tsk, tsk” now and then and would try to remind William that he was indeed engaged to Kate still. Neither of us cared in our known, temporary bliss.

Later, after the tour was over, I discovered that he was gay but was nevertheless going to proceed with the marriage to Kate.

Wait. What? Prince William is gay?

I am stumped as to what this dream means. Obviously I am a romantic and the idea of a Prince falling madly in love with me is something most girls have dreamt of. So why did my mind take that turn? I don’t know. Maybe it was my explanation of why Prince William and I would never work out. Religious differences aside, it would have worked! Clearly, the only reason he could not marry me was because he is gay. ;)


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