No, not that dream. I deamed I was dressed and presenting as a female and I was at the airport trying to tell the counter person that my ticket was written for a male by mistake, it was supposed to be for a female. My wife was by my side helping me explain this to the clerk. That's fine but:
The extent of my "out of the house" dressing experience has been a few minutes walking in the park at night and a walk from the car to a soda machine at the shopping center and back (also at night).
I fly, on the average, about once every fifteen years. Round trip, I guess that's twice every fifteen years.
My wife doesn't know about my "hobby".
I wonder where this dream came from and if it means anything. I'm sorry I woke up so soon but I might have forgotten this if I had kept on sleeping. I wish there was a way to re-run dreams.
