When I was considerably younger, I hated all things pretty and
most defiantly all things pink. Not to mention denim jackets...My
hate of girly things ended with these, for I did like playing with dolls such
as Barbies and Bratz and I enjoyed watching princess animated films...
I was and still am in some respects a tom-boy. As a result - having dreams about the list of girly things I stated above would have disgusted me.
This dream is very vague, seemingly twenty seconds long, but it could have gone on painfully for hours...
From what I can remember of the awful dream, I was either running or walking up a spiral staircase. The staircase happened to be within a regular tower, most likely I was Rapunzel as my hair was exceedingly long and was brushing off the steps as I ascended the tower. A cone was set securely on my head and a trail of satin flowed out of the point of the cone. I was dressed in pink and purple, the dress sweeping to the floor. I reached the top of the tower and my heart shuddered, once I realized I was trapped and worst of all - I was a helpless princess chained to her royal duties.
I was and still am in some respects a tom-boy. As a result - having dreams about the list of girly things I stated above would have disgusted me.
This dream is very vague, seemingly twenty seconds long, but it could have gone on painfully for hours...
From what I can remember of the awful dream, I was either running or walking up a spiral staircase. The staircase happened to be within a regular tower, most likely I was Rapunzel as my hair was exceedingly long and was brushing off the steps as I ascended the tower. A cone was set securely on my head and a trail of satin flowed out of the point of the cone. I was dressed in pink and purple, the dress sweeping to the floor. I reached the top of the tower and my heart shuddered, once I realized I was trapped and worst of all - I was a helpless princess chained to her royal duties.
The End of Shit.
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