posted on Apr, 27 2011 @ 01:15 AM
Oh the eternal optimists and well-wishers on ATS!
Always on their toes, spreading cheer...
Actually I had a short snippet of a dream, and I think I was Kate.
Thousands of people were outside waving and cheering.
But the dress was ugh, and I felt like a real bridezilla.
Then I thought: "No I can't go through with it ...William's already going bald, and by the time I'm 30 he'll look like his dad, rather than his
So I threw down the bouquet and dashed out in tears.
I took a very Bridget Jones kind of decision, that any fan of the chick-flick would understand.
I wanted William to want me for ME, and not this whole circus.
But duh...will he ever?
So I dressed in a Burqua and slipped out of Britain to grow poppies with the poor children in some third-world country until William marries me on my
Or even better, I'll wait for Harry to pop over for some propaganda photos.
And then I woke up...