It told the story of Mary Boleyn, the sister of Henry VIII's bride Anne Boleyn. She was married at 12 by arrangement then became the king's mistress to further her family's interests, even she was already married. While pregnant with the king's child, her sister, Anne, takes her place as that king's favorite and Mary must fall into Anne's shadows in order to preserve her family's stature. Anne rose to displace the Queen Katherine and become a queen herself when she married the King, only to fall out of the King's favor after proving her inability to produce an heir. She, her brother, and many of her friends were subsequently beheaded. It was all a pathetic existence. What seemed to be so glamorous was actually the most lonely, the most miserable, and the most unstable of lives.
I had a parallel dream last night. I was Mary, married young, but pushed to be involved with a powerful man to further the group. I refused to be involved, continued to wear my wedding rings and avoided all contact. They told me that my husband was gone and I would never see him again. I was now the favorite of the man and had to move on and move up, for the betterment of the group. I was given wardrobes full of the most beautiful clothing and was taken on the most extravagant trips. But I was miserable. I felt lonely and neglected and couldn't wait to get out of there. As much as I tried to make the "best" of the situation, I hated myself for being there. I felt hugely relieved to wake up in our hot little apartment with my husband next to me.
All of the fairy-tale, glamor, and romance was nothing without the people I loved to share it with me......a corny lesson, I know, but it came to me in a dream.
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