The other day while perusing the internet I came across an site called “Crossdream”. Wondering if it had anything to do about crossdressing I opened it up to find that it did indeed . The writer talked about what kind of dreams the categories of men who dressed as women had. The writer dumped them into three categories cd, tg and ts. The ts dreamt of being a woman with real breast and a real vagina, while nude would look just like a woman with no male traits such as wide shoulders or narrow hips. The tg would dream of being dressed as a woman in social settings and even though was a male would be accepted in her role as a woman or there was no response that they were a male in womens clothes. The cd would dream of the womens clothes they would like to wear. Often would see themselves wearing the clothes but not participating with any one else in these dreams.
Now this is the abridged version of the writers article but non the less simplistic. It left me wondering what category I fell into because I have had dreams that fit into all three of the writers areas. I kind of laughed off the article because of that. But it did seem to haunt me enough that I tried to remember of dreams that fell into crossdreaming. Much to my amazement I remembered a dream from my youth. I was born just before the USA officially entered WWll and because my mother loved movies I got dragged around to movies all the time. The theater always showed newsreels of current affairs, one promoted a reoccurring nightmare. One where the Nazis were invading our country and my neighborhood specifically. They were rounding up the boys to take them to a Hitler youth camp. I remember the troops goose stepping their way down my street and taking my friends out of their homes at gun point. I ran into my house and got into one of my sisters dresses and put on a wig and became a little girl so I would not be taken. That is where my dream ended.
I really have no idea how old I was when I had this dream, it might have been when I was older than when I saw the newsreel. I might have been around four or five. I know the war was over by the time I was six. I know I was still having this dream as a teenager.
Do you recall your earliest crossdream, if so what was it about.
It's almost like going to the movies and not knowing what the show will be until you're in the theater.
- doesn't happen enough
..................Debra
