[Karren]

I used to have a reoccurring dream about getting locked over night in a big department store.... and spending all night making myself over.... and walking out the front door a total woman when they opened... I haven't had that dream since I started going out enfemme.... guess I'm living my dream? lol

[Missed Miss]

I had a really vivid dream about two weeks ago. I was a female police officer rushing around solving crimes and arresting people. I don't normally remember dreams but it was so vivid it stayed with me for days.

At least you were a woman! I seriously doubt I EVER had a dream where I was a girl!! MAYBE once!!
I DID have a pretty nice dream last night, but don't recall what it was.
The one before that had me on that ship. We were supposed to be ONLY on the back third of the ship, the rest was reserved for other functions, but nobody else was on the boat! We were on the top deck. Eventually, we (mom, myself and I think my brother, among others, but, in the dream, mom was walking around by herself. She's been on a walker for the past 3 years since her stroke, and my brother's been dead for 17 months) started expanding our reach to the middle third. Not getting any friction about that, we gradually went to the front third, too.
Mom had run to the front of the ship and was enjoying the late night ride, my brother stayed towards the aft. I WAS up front with mom, but eventually wandered back to the middle when I heard this beautiful music playing!! I went to where there were two sets of stairs going towards a lower deck, but they actually ran into each other instead of being side by side! I went down to just above where they met and thought it'd be cool to drop `em and let Sir Richard out to play in the nice warm late evening breeze. It was late enough at night to keep anyone on the shore from seeing it. Then I thought it'd be pretty nice to have an orgasm into the river, but, I didn't exactly want to, partly because my brother was at the top of the steps to my left, however, for some reason, I had one anyway, but it was not at ALL explosive!! In fact, I HAD to look at it to see if I DID have one! I did, but it was more like whipped egg whites than jism. When I looked down, I noticed that my knob had turned into a small animal, but it was essentially dead! I opened it's very loosely opened mouth, saw it's tiny teeth lining both jaws, and stuck my finger in to wipe away some of the cream from its tongue, which, strangely, was hanging from the ROOF of its mouth!! Next thing I know, Enya woke me up!!

[Missed Miss]

I used to have a reoccurring dream about getting locked over night in a big department store.... and spending all night making myself over.... and walking out the front door a total woman when they opened... I haven't had that dream since I started going out enfemme.... guess I'm living my dream? lol

Pretty nice!! :-)
The one I used to have all the time was I would have somebody chasing me, usually right across the street from where I live, and I was so desperate to keep them from catching me, that I'd DIVE in front of myself as if I was doing a shallow dive across a pool, and I'd float about a foot above the sidewalk!! But, even though I was flying VERY slowly, MUCH slower than I was running, probably slower than I normally walked, no matter HOW fast they ran after me, they could NOT catch me!! But, even though I KNEW they couldn't catch me, I kept trying to go faster, even though I was going as fast as I possibly could!
My other re-occurring dream is that I'd go somewhere in the house, usually the basement to do some laundry, and I'd find STACKS AND STACKS of brand new 45's from the `60's waiting for me!!!! :-DDDD For some reason this budget label from Nashville, Hit Records, always played a prominent role! :-/ (They'd have no-name artists re-record the big hits of the day.)

[SeymourSimpkins]

I had this dream last night:
A friend (I have NO idea who it was, but I think it was a woman) and myself decided to go shopping and I decided to go en femme, at least partially. I wore a pair of fake tits and a shirt that was kinda dressy, but loose enough that if I slouched over slightly, you couldn't tell I had tits, but, I didn't exactly go about actively trying to hide them. If someone saw them, oh, well!
While I was looking around at some clothes, I wondered what it'd be like to work there and figured they wouldn't be anywhere near as open about CD/TS issues as I'd like, so I assumed I SURE wouldn't want to work there!! The ONLY place I know of that allows cross-dressing and the like of their employees is Chase Manhattan bank, and I CERTAINLY wouldn't want to work therein!!!! (They're BIG TIME in with the illuminazis!!)
After a few moments, this guy walks into the store wearing a really cool looking long skirt and he either HAS nice tits or is also wearing fakes. But, mine, for some reason, are only made of toilet paper!!
So, as he walks by, I notice he's also wearing a store name tag!! aha!! He WORKS there!! Cool!!!! Maybe this place WOULD be a cool place to work!! (I continue to say, "he", because, although in drag and with tits, he's making NO attempt at all to pass in any other way.)
My friend also notices him and starts to make a few comments about him which I'm not thrilled with and I reprimand him/her, at this point, it now seems as though my friend is actually a guy. As this friend is completely faceless, per se, (I mean, there's no face that I recognize), I really have NO idea who it is, it's just a friend of some sort.
At this point, I decided to go over to this guy in the skirt and tits and just tell him that I really like his cool psychedelic-looking skirt, which I REALLY DO like, but I feel that I should take off MY tits because I feel it might be insulting to him, especially if he sees a guy with VERY fake tits trying to talk to him, like, I'm only complimenting him on the skirt to make fun of him, so, to keep from possibly making him feel bad about the way he's dressed, as if I'm making fun of him for it, I get rid of my tits, which, for some reason, are now just below the waist band in my pants and are VERY floppy and fake looking!!
He doesn't see me remove my tits and hasn't even noticed me at all, yet.
Once I've gotten rid of my tits, I walk over to him and tell him that I REALLY like his skirt!! Before he can respond in ANY way, I wake up, probably having something to do with the music I was listening to. I almost ALWAYS play some kind of music when I go to bed, mostly stuff that I call, "night music". Stuff that's pretty relaxing, per se, mostly electronic music by Tangerine Dream, Tim Blake, solar panels, Jean Michel Jarre, Enya, B-Tribe, Orb, Moody Blues, etc.. Last night it was Enigma. Some part of the music woke me up for a few seconds and I lost the dream. :-(

Dont you just love dreams like that !! Confusing heck and make no sense at all once you wake up .

Nice dream.. The guy must have enjoyed your tits in the dream.. Nevertheless it was due to music you heard.. Such strange dreams do come.

Music does have huge impact in our life..

[Missed Miss]

It always has in mine!