Crossdressing dreams

NikiMichelle recently posted about CD daydreams and night dreams, which inspired me to share one of my recent dream experiences with everyone.
Now all of us dream at some levels, and a small percentage of the populace is born with the abilty to control their dreams, a method known as 'lucid dreaming'.
For as long as I can remember I have always been a lucid dreamer, I have spent a lot of time in the dreamworld creating my own personal fantasy world that I return to periodically.
Lately I have been suffering from a severe lack of dressing time, so in response my dream engine will step in and the result is as follows.
These 3 dreams were all within one week, I hope that you enjoy this.

!. I was at an event, lots of people milling around, everything had an exposition look and feel. I saw my reflection in mirrors and big windows...drab clothing, no figure, cheap blonde wig, no makeup, bright red lipstick. I felt rediculous. People were looking my way with dissaproving expressions. I was looking for a way out. Thankfully I awoke.

2. Several sisters and I are going out. We are at a hotel. I'm doing my lips. In the mirror I see my present male crossdressed self, I look nice. There are some familiar people in the room and for a moment I begin to panic, they are not aware of my femme persona. But everything is okay, no one is concerned about my appearance. Everyone is in a party mood, talking and laughing. At this point I realize that I am dreaming. I check my reflection in the large windows. I'm wearing a thigh length sleeveless party dress and hi-heeled pumps. I'm also wearing my long wavy lace front hairpiece for the first time, it looks natural and nice.
We leave the room and walk down the expansive hallway and enter the elevator. It is a glass elevator and I can see the large lobby that we a descending iinto. The doors open and we venture out into a casino. People are everywhere, music is playing, I can hear the slot machines, everyone is having a good time. Our group enters a club that is mostly dance floor. I stop following and stand there taking in my surroundings. I can feel the hardwood floor under my heels, people are dancing as i walk through the crowd towards the bar. I can feel this dream fading and regretfully I have to leave.

3. I'm in a bedroom of an old wood framed house, a place that I have been to many times. I immediately realize that I am dreaming. I take a moment to reenforce my dream, I somehow know that I will be here for a while.
The furniture is simple barewood, a 4-posted queen bed with a crochetted cover, a matching dresser, in place of the mirror was an open window. It was daytime, a warm breeze wafted in. To my left is the bathroom, I step inside. There is a mirror over the old pedestal sink. I look into it. Yes it is me looking back. I look somewhat younger, my eyes a bit wider. My hair is messy and I begin to straighten it with my fingers. My hair is never long, I am suprised as my hair in back is now very long and was tied back. I undid the clip and my full head of long shiny dark hair unfolds and falls about my neck and shoulders.

My eyes are now large and almond shaped, my pert nose is smaller, I have full and shapely lips that frame my perfect teeth. My light brown skin is smooth, and no whiskers. I feel lighter and appear several inches shorter. I wore a white tank tee and faded blue jeans, I was barefoot.

I have breasts, nothing outrageous, just nice ones, their shape visible under the material, there was no urge to pull of the shirt and play with my dream tits. I checked my girly figure from all sides, I was smiling pleasantly at myself.
I returned to the bedroom and stood over the dresser looking out of the window. The warm summer breeze felt warm against my skin, my long hair was lifted by the breeze. I considered opening a dressers drawer and seeing what was there, but I decided to skip that and go downstairs.

I could hear noises as I carefully walk downstairs. Again this house is all wood and faded paint. At the base of the stairs I see the large front door with beveled glass, to my left is the kitchen, I step inside. An elderly woman is cooking at the old stove. She is wearing a country style house dress and a white apron. Without looking over at me she says, "Go ahead honey and sit down...almost ready." I take a breath and walk over to the counter next to the stove. She looks friendly, not someone that I would have known. "Can I help you any?" I asked her in a youthful girls voice. "No thanks dear, I'm okay, go ahead and pour youself some juice."
On the table are several places set, I see the pitcher of OJ and several small glasses. I sit down and begin to pour myself sme juice.
I awaken feeling relaxed and calm.

The last dream put me in a daze that continues to this day, I'm thankful for this short adventure into Carmen's world.

If I could, I would return to dream #3 and continue with quality of that dream. I think it shows what you are really after.

Molly

I rarely remember my dreams, and very few of those have me cross dressed.

In the last one, I think there was a party going on, and my wife and I were running to catch an elevator. I was thin, blonde, wearing a bustier, a red plaid skirt, black high heeled sandals and black net stockings.

In my dreams I am usually out with a broken down car and have to walk home through a crowded neighborhood.
people are always asking me questions.