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The Princess and the Golden Swing

I had a weird fever dream this morning about a princess, well lots of princesses really. All of them were in competition to win the hearts of princes through this medieval gameshow that included princess-style sports, a talent competition, and a beauty/popularity contest.  I wasn't me, I was an angsty princess with black hair and green eyes.The only thing that was familiar was the length of the hair.  I didn't want to marry a prince or be in the game show, but I had to be.  I had already lost two rounds because I put forward no effort whatsoever.
 
The next competition involved swinging on a golden swing while music played.  In order to make it interesting, the princess would swing out a four-story window over the heads of the crowd.  I was having trouble getting ready and children from the crowd were chasing me and pulling my hair.  Finally I got away from them and decided to just pull my hair back and forget about it.  I got on the swing and my accompanist told me that she had lost the sheet music for my song.  So I decided to sing the song.  This was a weird feeling, because I was singing in a voice that wasn't mine (princess was a raspy alto), singing a words I didn't know to a tune I had never heard before. Worst of all, some of it was in French and I don't understand any French outside of "oui" and "bouregeois," both of which were not in the song. But, I was really enjoying it and the audience loved it and I won the competition.

Okay, enough froo-froo girliness.  I am going to go watch my Bodyworlds Anatomy for Beginners: A Live Autopsy and eat ice cream. 

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