Sick of the election already? OK, here’s some light relief from my subconscious to entertain you.
About a week ago I had a very weird dream.
There I was – resplendently dressed, of course – in a medieval crypt beneath the Danish Royal Palace preparing for some sort of royal soiree. Who knows what a staunch republican was even doing inside the Danish palace in an ‘official’ capacity but there you go…
Anyway, cut to the next scene and Princess Mary (of Fred and Mary fame) wanders into the opulently decorated crypt (music, laughter & the clinking of glasses stop suddenly) with the royal entourage and breaks free of the line to hug moi! Nope, don’t know her from a bar of soap (have you ever wondered what the derivation of that saying is?) but apparently, in my dreams, we’re very close.
So, we sit down at a table for two and then a friend of mine appears with a silver platter to wait at our table. Mary and I launch immediately into deep conversation and my friend, who’s recently been at the other end of my own emotional outpourings, smiles knowingly. It turns out that Mary is deeply unhappy in her marriage…she’s feeling trapped and stifled and doesn’t know what to do. Being the helpful, empathetic gal pal I am, I offered this advice: “Mary, you can’t start a blog to express your feelings because that would be way too public and risky. But why don’t you start a diary? You really need to download all this and give yourself a chance to escape – at least in your mind - while you work out what to do”.
Weird, huh? Weirder still is the fact that I read in this weekend’s Sydney Morning Herald (read more) that Mary is reportedly – wait for it – unhappy in her marriage which has come under strain as a result of pressures of Royal life and dealing with Fred’s dysfunctional family!! Apparently royal watchers fear she’s locked herself inside the palace and thrown away the key – literally and metaphorically.
I have the most curious, vivid dreams sometimes…if only I knew what they meant! And, apparently my subconscious now also has a direct line to the Danish palace… Hey, is that the phone? Maybe it’s one of those tabloid women’s mags looking for an anonymous quote from a ‘palace insider’.
Mary, if you’re reading this: you know what to do.
14 October, 2007
Royal Dreams
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3 comments:
That's amazing, I have recently had a really weird dream about Princess Mary as well! I dreamed it turned out I was her cousin, and I had to wear a dress to have lunch with the family, but I was freaked out because I hadn't shaved my legs. I raced off to the bathroom, where Paris Hilton loaned me a razor, but I kept getting interrupted. All I could think of was how embarrassed I will be when I have to wear the dress to lunch with hairy scary legs! I troubled by what this might mean for my sense of womanhood.
That's fantastic, Kallee! Maybe Mary's trying to subliminally raise a force of strong, outspoken women to aid her cause? Most disturbing, though, is the interfence of Paris Hilton in your subconscious!! Chant after me: "Get behind me Satan!!"
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