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aliciaelle47 · 3 years ago

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With the beautiful spectacle of Baz Luhrmann’s Elvis, I thought I’d share a dream I had in 2018. It’s still the best dream I’ve ever had and I hold it close to my heart.

If you’d like to read it as an imagine, go ahead! I hope you enjoy reading it.

⚡️✨💕My Time With Elvis✨💕⚡️

August 24, 2018

Dear Diary,

I had the most wonderful, sweet dream not last night, but the night before. I’m crying a bit just thinking about it. I so wish that it could be real. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I loved it so much. Ok, I hope I can do it justice and remember everything. Is it cheesy to start with Once Upon A Time? 😜 I’ll settle for this:

I had a genie to grant me a wish. Any wish. Naturally, I wished to go back in time. It was 44 years ago. Memphis, Tennessee, 1974…

I’m walking down the street absentmindedly, not paying any attention and I literally RAN into Elvis! Causing him to spill his coffee all over himself and me. I was so embarrassed… but I think he was too. He said it was fine and took me to Graceland, walking all the way there.

He went to change his clothes and gave me some to wear while one of his maids took my coffee-soaked top and pants to wash it.

We ended up just talking, watching TV, and having fun at the piano. We ended up dating and one day we get on a plane to go to Hawaii where we played in the water and the sand, ate LOTS of pineapple, went snorkeling, you name it.

One night he’s acting completely opposite of his usual self and I finally tell him he can tell me anything. He ended up giving me a beautiful pearl ring with a silver band and two Hawaiian flowers, one on each side of the pearl and asked me to be his girlfriend, to go steady, and naturally, I said, “Ok!”

We were both SO completely and incandescently happy. I ended up moving into Graceland (I know! Scandalous! Right?! Lol jk)

His room became mine too. We never actually had sex together- we both wanted to wait. We just slept in the same bed together is all. We did different activities all the time.

Sometimes Elvis would leave town to go to CA or Vegas to do shows. Sometimes, I came too. I’d read stories though. Stories of him with gorgeous models and movie stars. I tried not to let it bother me, and reminded myself that this is Elvis. He’s a rockstar and a very famous person and most definitely not a one-woman kind of man. So I never said anything. He was so wonderful to me otherwise.

Elvis was gentle and loving, funny, and sweet, and I could tell him anything. He’d confide in me too.

My heart sang and I thought I might cry when I heard him call me “Satnin” for the first time. It was always my name or “darlin’” before. Because of the tears in my eyes, he thought I didn’t like the nickname at first but I assured him that I indeed loved it.

One night we were up talking and Priscilla came up. I asked Elvis if he still loved her. He hesitated at first but I told him that it was ok. He ended up telling me that yes, he still loved her and always would. She was the greatest thing that ever happened to him…apart from me. I asked him if one of my favorite songs, “Always On My Mind” was about her and he said, “Yes. And I meant every word.”

I sat in silence for a bit, and I felt his sharp gaze on me.

I just thought that it was so beautiful because I always thought that they were darling. I loved them together…

I must’ve been silent for awhile because he asked me of everything was ok. I turned to him to say something I thought he needed to hear. I essentially said that I loved him, but, if there was ever a chance for him and Priscilla, he should go for it. Regardless if we were still together. Especially since he still loved her and always would. He looked at me kinda funny (and mind you, I was crying during this). He eventually said he loved me too and if I was sure about that decision and why I would do that for him. I told Elvis that ultimately, I wanted him to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with me. “If you truly love someone, you set them free.” We hugged and he kissed my forehead. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a box with a silver ring in the shape of a crown and told me that I was his princess and hopefully, perhaps someday I’d be his queen.

Several months have passed. Elvis comes to me one day and tells me to close my eyes. I was suspicious but did as I was told and when I opened my eyes, I saw him kneeling down on one knee with a beautiful, big, 4 carat Tiffany Setting Diamond ring. 💍 (he knew how much I loved the Tiffany & Co. brand). The ring was absolutely breathtaking and shined with a brightness beyond the sun.

Elvis told me he loved me. He couldn’t live without me. He’d always take care of me, and I had changed his life. He then said those four words every girl wishes to hear. I was beyond ecstatic! I hugged him gleefully and said, “Yes!”

We laughed, cried, and hugged. I couldn’t remember a time I hadn’t been happier. Elvis was smiling SO much- more than he had in awhile and he held me and sang.

The wedding finally came at last! It was small and intimate but so very pretty. We were married February 3, 1975. Surrounded by more flowers than I’d ever seen and our loved ones. We promised to love and to cherish one another. We promised to be true. I was SO happy… I’d found my prince, my soulmate, my friend. My foot slid into the glass slipper and I’d finally found where I belonged- with him in his loving arms.

The wedding and celebrations were over much too soon. I wish I could remember where we honeymooned! I’d imagine it was Paris or Hawaii again but I’m not sure. (We really loved Hawaii, especially him).

On our wedding night, we finally went all the way for the first time. It was really sweet and gentle but filled with passion. I’d never known a love like this.

We fast forward and Elvis is on stage. He makes a short speech and says he would like the audience to welcome someone very special to him and asked me to come onstage. I was his wife and queen and he was The King. He then proceeded to sing, “The Wonder Of You.” Just to me and then together we sang, “Love Me Tender.” He took the first verse, I took the second, and we joined in on the third together. It was magic!

The concert was SO FUN and everything seemed perfect. Some time goes by, we traveled a bit, went to Hawaii again too. It was always just us. Elvis and I had decided not to have children. He had asked me if that was ok and being so young, I must want some of my own. I said only if he did. He told me he loved Lisa too much and couldn’t imagine having another and possibly make her feel unloved or unwanted. I had told him I loved Lisa (which I did), I treated her as my own child. He knew I really loved her and appreciated it. I never told him, but I obviously knew about what has happened between him and Priscilla. I knew that if I did have a baby that our relationship would never be the same and our marriage would never be the same because I knew that he couldn’t have sex with women who were mothers because they were “too pure” for that. (Being someone who has traveled back in time, I obviously knew everything that had and would pan out. )

The dream took a turn when I found a lipstick that I knew wasn’t mine in one of our cars. I had suspected Elvis had been still having his little affairs here and there but I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and I always kept all this to myself. I suddenly couldn’t hold it in any longer. I had thought that with our vows and all, everything would be different, and it had for awhile. I finally confronted him about it and he confessed and asked me how long I’ve known.

I told him since before we got married. He wondered why I’d waited until now to say something. I told him that I didn’t want to believe it, that I could tell myself it wasn’t true if we never talked about it. I said something like, “You’re Elvis for crying out loud! You have thousands of fans out there waiting for you and I’m just one of them. You have women throwing themselves at you! You’re a famous rockstar and therefore you are not a one-woman kind of man.”

He replied, “What’s your point? Are you asking for a divorce?”

“No! I’m not! I just couldn’t keep it in any longer. I’m sorry. It hurts me because I’m obviously not enough.”

“Is this your way of saying you want a divorce?!”

“No, I don’t want a divorce!”

“Dammit woman! Why must you give me a hard time?! You have everything a woman could ever want. You enjoy all of it too.” He gestured around the room with his hands.

“Yes, I do love my beautiful things and this beautiful home but what I want more than anything is YOU. Just. YOU. We made vows to stay true to one another.”

“Come on! You’re telling me that during all our time together, since our first Hawaii trip, you haven’t been with another man at least once? Usually I can tell. I could tell when Cilla did.”

He glared at me and I started to cry.

“Is that what you really think?! I’m NOT Priscilla, Elvis! I made you a promise, and I’ve been true to my word. I won’t even let another man touch me. I’d feel terrible if that happened because I knew I’d have a husband waiting at home who’d be absolutely crushed if he found out but also someone I made promises to. I want YOU. I love. YOU. Elvis, it’ll always only be YOU.”

I had been crying this whole time. “Satnin…”

He comes over as if he’s going to hug me but then leaves the room. I sink to the floor. I felt horrible and completely dejected. I wondered if he was going to file for a divorce. Stupidly, I get up from the floor and I head to our bathroom looking for one thing- pills. Elvis’s pills. I found his stash and took some Placidyls. I knew they’d start working practically instantaneously, so I got ready for bed in my prettiest nightgown and my hair down and brushed. I don’t know if I knew or what I’d hoped would happen but, I knew that if Elvis no longer wanted to be together anymore, I couldn’t live with that. He was the whole reason I had gone back in time and I had grown to love him.

I woke up to Elvis trying to wake me up by repeating my name and splashing cold water on my face. I slowly opened my eyes and I looked at him. To my surprise, he had a worried look on his face and a furrowed brow. He hugged me tightly and told me I’d been out cold for almost 2 days and he was glad I was alright.

He then apologized for our fight saying that he wanted to believe me but he really didn’t trust anyone and had a hard time doing so because of stuff in the past with others.

Elvis proceeded to tell me that he had asked Joe (Esposito) and the others to keep tabs on me several years ago, but Joe and the others assured him that I was different and had been true to my word. He then felt really badly and couldn’t face me right away, so he slept in another room. But when it got into the late afternoon the next day, he was worried because I was still asleep. He went into the bathroom and saw the open bottle and the spilled-out contents… he then knew what I was trying to do. He felt that it was all his fault (and it was) that I had tried to kill myself. I told him that I though he didn’t love me anymore and wanted a divorce and was going to end things. I couldn’t live with that. I loved him too much and the life we had created together. How could Elvis love me?… and not trust me? He apologized again. He was going to learn to be more trusting and trust me from now on. He said he didn’t want to have anymore affairs. That it was one of the reasons that he had lost Cilla and didn’t want to lose me too. He told me he loved me and always had since the day we met and got coffee all over us. We laughed. He kissed my forehead, cradled me, and sang, “Can’t Help Falling In Love.” I adored and cherished the times he’d sing to me or when we’d sing together. I always felt safe there in his arms. I don’t know if he ever knew that. I feel asleep listening to the sound of his voice, knowing things would be ok…

It’s Christmas. A beautiful one. We drink hot cocoa, open presents, and sing around the piano. Elvis gave me a beautiful pair of silver and Diamond teardrop earrings and I gave him a song I had recorded. It was “Young and Beautiful “ by Lana Del Ray (but of course in the ‘70s, this song wouldn’t exist yet). Elvis really loved it and told me I should “write” more music…

Before I know it, it’s our anniversary! Elvis and I have a lovely dinner in Hawaii and he gives me a beautiful Diamond and platinum horseshoe ring (like the ones he had made for him and Priscilla). Elvis had been pestering me and asking me for a song that he could record so I gave him “Let Me Be Your Wings” by Barry Manilow (but of course in the ‘70s, this song wouldn’t exist yet). He loved the song so much, he ended up recording it.

Meanwhile, most days are wonderful and good days but Elvis is getting more and more irritable and declining rapidly because of the pills. I’ve begged him for years to stop the pills. I also told him how worried I was about him, the Colonel, his buddies, and even Priscilla. He said he knew. He had gone to visit Priscilla to ask her to come back to him. He had realized what he’d lost, never stopped loving her, and wanted her back. She told him that she loved him but they were both just kids when they had fallen in love. She’d always have a special place for him in her heart. That he was her greatest love. He said, “maybe someday, sometime, another place.” And she said, “Perhaps.” It was a bit hard for me to hear but I knew it was something that was going to happen. I then realized I had to tell him. EVERYTHING. Then, maybe, there was a chance he’d stop. That maybe I could alter history and alter the past and we could stay here forever. I did not want to return to 2018. (All this occurred about late 1976).

So, I left the room and I got out a suitcase that I had never unpacked, and Elvis saw me with it and thought I was leaving. I assured him that I wasn’t leaving, I still loved him deeply. I just had to show him something important.

I opened the suitcase to reveal all that I had packed and hadn’t opened or looked at in 3 years. I had packed it with books, magazines, VHS tapes, CDs, DVDs, of his life and death as well as some 2018 stuff like an iPod, my iPhone, some photos… so many different things. I wanted him to have no doubt and believe me…

Elvis sat in silence for awhile after I’d told him everything about the genie, that I’m not really from here, I’m just a lonely girl from California who lives/lived way past his time but admired him so much I wanted to meet him and then I fell in love with him. He read some things as well. He had tears in his eyes and I did too. I hugged my dear husband and begged him to stop the drugs. He told me he always believed he needed them but saw proof of what would happen if he carried on down this road. I told him we were all here for him. He seemed positive and turned toward change and I was too. Things had finally started to turn around! Elvis was doing so well. All of us were hopeful and happy. Everything seemed like it was going to be perfect. I was happy I was able to help my love and hoped that I had added a few more years to his life… or so it seemed.

Sadly, it didn’t matter. Elvis became unresponsive early August 16, 1977 and was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. As I rode with him, I begged him to hold on and not to leave me. Joe, the rest of the crew, Vernon, and I waited in the waiting room for what seemed like eternity. Eventually, the doctor came out and I hoped against hope history wouldn’t pan out the way it had before. That I had helped my Elvis get better and saved him. But, the doctor pulled me aside and told me they did everything they could. But Elvis, my dear beloved husband, was gone. The King was gone. I started hyperventilating and sobbing uncontrollably and Joe rushed to me and hugged me and just let me cry. Right there. In front of everyone. Eventually, everyone was called, (Priscilla was beside herself) and I told the press. I could hardly keep it together.

When I arrived back to Graceland that night, it seemed empty and dull and dark. Like all the color and happiness had been sucked out of it. I went into our room and into his closet. I ran my fingers over his clothes. I found one of his jackets and tried it on. It still smelled like him. I felt something in the pocket and pulled it out- his initial EP necklace. I sat down in the closet clutching the necklace and cried. The genie came to me and told me I had tried, but it just couldn’t be done. He thought it best if I finally returned to 2018. That there was no reason for me to stay. Of course there was a reason to stay! I had to help plan the funeral. I couldn’t leave now!

I helped Joe and Vernon plan the funeral. When Priscilla arrived, I ran towards her and hugged her. We both cried.

That night, I could hardly sleep. Elvis had taught me the piano. I sat down at the beautiful white bench and traced the keys with my fingertips. I then played and sang, “There You’ll Be”, “My Heart Will Go On”, and Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again. I guess the whole house heard because as I closed the piano lid, there was clapping and more and then more. I turned and saw all of Elvis’s buddies, Vernon, Dodger, Ann-Margaret, his staff, and Priscilla. They told me I had to perform one of those songs at the service. I reluctantly agreed to do “There You’ll Be”.

The service was beautiful, there were so many flowers… it reminded me of happier times like our wedding… I got through the song. I had chosen to wear a floor length black velvet dress that Elvis really liked on me (and I did too), my teardrop earrings, my wedding ring set, and my horseshoe anniversary ring.

Elvis and I had met when I was 21. I wasn’t even 25 when he passed. Although, the thing about genie time travel magic is that it’ll be as if no time had passed. So I’d go back to 2018 and be a 21 year old again. This dream was so difficult yet beautiful and heartwarming…

I was still in shock after the funeral. I definitely remember that. I ended up staying at Graceland for another whole year… I don’t know why. I was both unwilling to stay and unwilling to go.

I just couldn’t believe he was gone. My Elvis, was gone. The man I loved so much, my best friend, my husband. The answer to my heart’s song.

I replayed everything he’d ever said to me… his face, his eyelashes, his lips, his arms.

Ann-Margaret ended up asking me if I’d do a show in his honor- one night only in Vegas. All the money would go to various charities. I agreed.

The concert was really fun. I wore some cute dresses and a pantsuit- bedazzled and everything. I sang some of his hits, as well as some of my personal favorites (I love too many…), a few to recordings of him (so they became duets), Young and Beautiful (the song I “wrote” for him), “There You’ll Be”, “My Heart Will Go On”, and Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again. It was difficult to do, but I did it and I definitely felt his presence there on stage with me. I’ve always loved performing on stage! (Even if it’s in a dream 😉)

Shortly after, I decided to leave. It was August 1978. It was time to go home. Although nothing would ever be the same. I would never be the same. No one knew I was from the future except Elvis.

Vernon & Dodger wanted me to stay. Vernon even offered me EPE (Elvis Presley Enterprises) but I knew that was really supposed to go to Priscilla, so I told him to give it to her. I knew she was supposed to get all Vernon was offering me in 1979 where she later turned Graceland into what it is today and continue to spread Elvis’s legacy and keep his memory alive. (She really has done so much). I said to Vernon that it was an honor I’d have to refuse and that Elvis’s greatest love should have it. She would bring more Justice to it than I ever could.

We all said our goodbyes and my genie asked me if I wanted to return home not remembering anything. I immediately said no. Despite the pain I was in, I loved Elvis. He was a wonderful friend and an even better husband. My Satnin.

So I gathered all my belongings and went back to my room at Grammie’s house in 2018. To my surprise, I got to keep the gifts I had received from Elvis. The genie even gave me the very first gift Elvis had ever given me- the pearl ring with the beautiful plumerias. I thought it was gone forever. My eyes filled with happy tears. I thanked my genie, and he left.

I sat on my bed gazing at my treasures. Especially my beautiful engagement/wedding ring. I knew I’d have to take it off eventually, but not now. Not yet.

I smiled and said a silent prayer to God with a message for my Elvis…

And then I woke up.

Elvis and I had a beautiful, wonderful time together that I hope I’ll always cherish and remember forever. I’ll never forget it.

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