Padme Naberrie´ tossed and turned in bed. Sleep didn't come, not that she'd suspected it to. Tomorrow she would learn her fate, and an unsettling thought that was indeed. Which was better: To win and be burdened or to lose and to be free?
As she pondered this question, the dreams that had been dancing just beyond her reach gave in and enveloped her in their sweet release…
She was in a large well-lit room. People all around her, all humans, laughed and mingled. She noted that all the woman were wearing dresses; strange because such sexism hadn't taken place on her planet in at least one thousand years, and was punishable by laws nowadays.
Padme was struck with the sudden remembrance of ancient holo-photos that had been in her family for over a dozen generations: Their colors had all faded and they weren't known as holo-photos back than because they weren't three dimensional; no, these were called photographs.
She recalled a picture whose story she had always wondered about. It was set in a room much like this, and contained people dressed in clothes as strange and flowing as these.
As the young woman (Could she really be considered a woman?) pondered the similarities, a handsome stranger stepped up to her. "Care to dance?"
She smiled, instantly attracted to his striking blue eye, dark blonde hair and the scar across his right eye that made him even more mysterious. "Why yes, I'd like that very much."
They whirled and waltzed to the beat of the rhythmic music that played in the background. The walls were a blur, like all the other figures, although she did catch a glimpse of a few of them: A solemn-looking ginger haired man- how could he be so serious here?-; an older man with brown hair streaked with grey- he appeared slightly withdrawn, but at the same time, as if he were enjoying himself; and several figures dressed in shining white armor- how strange!
But all pleasant dreams, no matter how real they seem, come to an end, and this one was no exception. At last the stranger set her down (Were they truly dancing that long without pause?), and said, "It's time for you to go now, Padme Amidala." Amidala?
"Please," she whispered, not wanting the moment to end. "Please say we'll meet again."
He smiled, showing his pure white teeth. "Whether in dreams, nightmares or reality, I promise you we'll meet again."
Before she could question his cryptic words, she had awakened and remembered nothing.
Later that day, word came that she was the new queen of Naboo.
'Just say we'll meet again
When the sunset spell is gone in the wind
Please say we'll meet again'
Lyrics belong to Lindsey Buckingham, whose song by the same title as this story was my inspiration to write this. I might continue this with Anakin; would anyone like to see that?