Amazing Dreams and Stupid Alarm Clocks

Okay, so I had the most amazing good/bad dream. My guy friend (lets call him Charles) and I were peasants, walking on a dirt trail in what I assume was 13th to 15th century England. (This part reminded me of Hansel and Gretel, for some reason.) We were looking for a circus caravan depicting a crown prince and his army/carriages following behind him. (It was a dream, I don't remember exactly everything, so they'll be some '/''s.) We saw one, but it looked more like a gypsy/pioneer caravan than a royal looking one. Sometime later, we came upon one that looked exactly like a train of royal carriages. (Well at least to the dream me.)

The dude in front looked exactly like a dream crown prince. He had shoulder length wavy black hair, and blueish eyes, and was skinny. Probably a good runner.

got it here: http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&sa=N&tbo=d&rlz=1C1CHKW_enUS469US476&tbm=isch&tbnid=PDn4sSiv3_Qy0M:&imgrefurl=http://idlehandsthems-fitsworkshop.blogspot.com/2012/06/renaissance-mans-outfit.html&docid=SW7lD2VySxaDBM&imgurl=http://margospatterns.com/images/ElzGntlmsWrdbLg.gif&w=475&h=599&ei=2uP9UKisIu--2AX7jYHgDw&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=305&sig=115565430870201545447&page=1&tbnh=147&tbnw=116&start=0&ndsp=36&ved=1t:429,r:10,s:0,i:115&tx=38&ty=23&biw=1600&bih=783

His clothing looked a bit like the guy on the left, except for color choices. 

In my dream, the guy had no hat, brightly colored turquoise pants that were longer. Maybe knee length? His vest was a tad bit darker than that, and the shirt underneath was again turquoise. He had good fashion sense, but he looked a little bit plasticy. His hair was a little perfect, like a doll's.

Charles and I realized that (gasp!) that was the real, actual, crown prince. We ran in front of him, running backwards, to the palace. I totally thought we would be executed for disrespect. But no, when we went ran in the palace, Charles and I became royalty! It was so awesome, going from peasantry to the richest folks on the rich folk spectrum. I was suddenly in a yellow dress that made me look kinda like Queen Elizabeth the 1st. The problem was though, that we couldn't remember our royal upbringing, (Cuz in our minds, we were still peasants,) so when we were got inside, we were kinda nervous, so we ran underneath the thrones.

UNDERNEATH THE THRONES. Such a ladylike thing to do. 

Anyways, a guy who I'm guessing was the king, who would also make him my dad, pulled us out, and started yelling at us. IN FRONT OF ALL THE SLIGHTLY RICH FOLK. Dad, you should know better than that. You'll stain our image.

We then saw our royal portraits hanging on the wall. I don't know why they were there, available for all the slightly rich folk to steal. If I have to hold a pose for an artist for a week, I want to know the paintings are safe. >:-(.

Then I saw something on the paintings... blood stains. Then I realized that no, they weren't blood stains, they were painted on. Little wounds on our face. I asked the queen why it was there. Then I learned, WE WERE HIT! I know whipping was common in that era, but on our face? Wouldn't that cause less ten year old royalty to gawk at our beauty and want to marry us? And wasn't it our parents job to marry us off? SO COULDN'T THEY TELL THE ARTIST TO, MAYBE, NOT INCLUDE THE BLEMISHES ON OUR FACE? 

I then thought, we were gonna be punished, maybe painfully, if we don't get out of here! So I got my lady in waiting figure, (which looked suspiciously like the queen in a renaissance movie I watched.), and Charles, pulled them to a stray table, and started whispering my escape idea. (I don't know why I did this there and then, with so many spectator's around there that could listen to my plan, and tell the king!)

Here comes the cruel part.... MY ALARM CLOCK WENT OFF! And the sad part is, I didn't even put it on. It wasn't to wake me up.

I almost smashed my phone I was so mad.

I was so sad. I'll never have an ending for my amazing dream. Unless I come up with one without my subconscious helping. Could I? Should I? I could, should, and will! Sometime.

It is Unknown