In my dream, the Princess was dead, but “they” were keeping her alive and, somehow, getting away with concealing her inability to function by propping her up. Over and over again, they had her making appearances that way – propped up and dragged out for pure show. Down the hall, someone was vacuuming cockroaches out of a hair-styling salon.
Then there’s an aspect of me in the dream – me, of all people, ending up being chosen to have a date with the Prince. For some reason, I am being flown in (like an insect – a fly on the wall?) to have this date, but everything starts conspiring to make me miss out on this choice opportunity. Some friends arrive unexpectedly, and they are bearing gifts such as food and enticing tickets, so I am late in getting dressed. Meanwhile, the evil friends of the Princess manage to prop her up, so she goes on the date instead.
The feeling of the dream is that there’s a ruse going on, a ruse that is mean and sinister. The ruse itself was evil and cruel in the dream – not so much the “they” who were carrying it out. but the ruse itself. I believe the dream was saying there is no substitute for the real thing. My sense was that anyone can be invited to meet the Prince, but it’s awfully easy to be detained instead.