I've always had vivid dreams. Dreams so real that I could swear they actually happened in another place/another time. Last night was no exception.
It began with my going to a local gay nightclub called Machine. They were having a 'glam-a-rama' dance party and I was going without my husband. A man found himself VERY attracted to me and kept persuing me throughout the night. (I know this was a dream, because in it, I was a phnomenal dancer...unlike the typical white-man's-jig that I do in real life).
This man so captivated me, that I left the store to go buy an outfit to present myself to him in. So, I proceeded to the mall where an AMAZING store was being presided over by a bunch of gorgeous drag-queens. They had high end dresses and clothes that were designed with style, panache, and sex.
There was a separate room where gentlemen clients could be 'entertained' (I didn't go through that door, but knew what it was....the way you just 'know' shit in dreams.)
The 'saleslady' came up to me, and it was none other than local drag sensation 'Sapphira Crystal'. She showed me dozens of dresses to try on. Although I had entered the shop as a man, and didn't ask to put on women's clothes, these were what were chosen for my by Sapphira. I didn't question a thing as she draped a forest green number over my head. There were silver tinsel-like hangings that moved like a Tina Tuner dress from the 60's. I was completely enamored of it.
She asked me what the occasion was, and I explained that I was there to land a man. She gave me tips, and got me all dolled up for the occasion.
Oddly enough, I never went back to the club to see that man I wanted in my dream. Instead, the dream picked up the next day. My husband and I (in our normal clothes) were walking through the mall. She saw me holding hands with my husband and she came up and asked me how everything went.
In hushed tones, I explained that this was my husband, not the man I was trying to land the night before. A look of regret crossed her face, as she realized that she was unwittingly complicit in what would have been a phenomenal one-night-stand. She put her head down in despair, and walked away from me back into her glamorous store.
I turned to my husband to continue our shopping, and noticed that he, too was gone. I was standing in a big, crowded mall, with tons of people around me, but not anyone I knew. My husband was gone. I realized then (in the dream) how much I had lost. And while I kept looking for my husband, I didn't find him anywhere. I felt so completely alone.
I woke up, with that feeling of loss and despair so acute, and still in my mind, even after the dream ended.
I rolled over in bed, and there was my husband, Matthew, gently snoring, looking so cute and innocent while he slept, unaware of my dream-world transgressions. I snuggled up to him, and put my arms around him realizing 'What a lucky man I am'.
