“Stop it!” screams the maid as my brother, next in line for the throne, swings a sword at my neck. I’m too quick, ducking beneath the table. I’ve know idea why I am now a bald, eighteen year old prince, but I am.

“That crown is mine!” yells my brother. I duck again and run through the door of the cabin. Two others (a petite female and a rotund male) follow me to prove their loyalty. We hide in the bushes and wait for my brother to give up the search.

I’m a girl again, but not for long. My companions and I turn into ducks and float down the pink river into the sunset.

“You should leave,” I say. “It’s not safe while he’s still king.”

The duo look at me adoringly.

“We will stand by you! We are loyal!” they trill in unison. I sigh and we continue down the river.

Somehow the eighteen year old prince and myself are now two separate people and he has joined our motley crew. He’s no longer bald, and he kind of looks like Tom McClean…

Except I hadn’t heard of Tom until after this dream…