I had a dream at the weekend where I was the Queen

It was awesome.

A new Queen was to be announced and no one knew who it was going to be. I had a long, scratchy blue dress on, that felt a bit like it might have been made from a pair of old curtains, and a necklace with a letter J pendant that used to belong to Henry VIII.

My hair had been done professionally and was thick and glossy. I hardly dared move my head for fear of upsetting it, it was so beautiful. Crowds were gathering alongside a red carpet. I ran over to look and see who was coming, then realised it was me and ran back again.

After much peering anxiously from behind a curtain my moment had finally come. I walked up through the audience and took my place on the stage, in my thrown. Everyone started clapping, and then standing up and clapping louder and louder. I was presented with a crisp, new five pound note that had been reprinted to mark my rise to power. It had my face on one side and Hercule Poirot on the other. I was trying to preserve my make-up but was so happy to feel so special that I couldn’t help but cry – tears of joy and relief.

Then I woke up and worried for a little while about my self-esteem.

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3 Comments

  1. 4 November, 2013 / 1:46 pm

    That’s an awesome dream. Most of mine are somewhat more mundane. Over the weekend I dreamt I was on a coach with Michael Barrymore.

  2. 4 November, 2013 / 10:33 pm

    That sounds like the best dream ever – i particularly love that Poirot was on the other side of the fiver, what a man, what a detective!

  3. 5 November, 2013 / 4:14 pm

    This makes my dreams sound really dull.

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