The Dream Exchange

Every morning at breakfast, the wee Pancake and I exchange dreams.

This morning I said, "I dreamt that Daddy was in a dress and he was talking in a church". Because I did indeed have a dream that he was cross dressing and speaking at a church. He was still manly though, tough even. But it was disturbing to me while I was dreaming. Because I was being forced to hold it in, forced to change what I felt and understood to be our marriage. All so I could accept his newly exposed personal yearnings.

The yearning to wear women's clothes that is.

Which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't that bad. I mean, it's not like he was becoming an alcoholic or sleeping with the pool boy. I mean we don't have a pool.


Yet.
(author snickers mischievously)

Then Mr. Hall says, "Well, did I look good at least?" And I said, yes, you looked quite manly, like Patrick Swayze in "To Wong Foo." He had no idea what I was talking about.

Then Pancake piped up and said, "I dreamed we found a treasure and there was real gold and treasure and candy and ice cream."



I think she got the better dream last night.

But, if all goes well, wait till she hears about the pool. ;)

Take care ya'll!