24 Aug 2024
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I was in the 18th century as Queen of France. At dinner with Ben Franklin, I had a candle balanced on my lap. I burned myself and had to be cut out of my dress.
The dream abruptly changed to me being royalty in a mashup of the US and England in modern times. I was stabbed by an assassin at an event but didn’t let my composure slip. I then instructed my dad (who was driving) to take me to the hospital. My mom and I walked in and I told the two ward sisters I’d been stabbed. When my shirt was pulled away, I saw the burn mark from the previous part of my dream. The cuts were thankfully shallow, and I was released after a night of observation. I insisted on wearing dress pants since my loose shirt would be covered by my coat.
At a press conference, a group of Girl Scouts-ranging from a Daisy to the leader-came. I got in the car and was taken to a beach.
The beach was littered with seashells to where it hurt to walk barefoot, but I had to make it to the part where the sand was smooth and not rough.
I had hoped to enjoy the sun, but my dad said it was time to go and had I already had enough time at the beach?