I had a dream.
Let me make this clear – this is no MLK speech.
As I was awakened this morning, I was yanked out of a dream that I was very much enjoying…that left my lady bits tingling.
Now before I tell you about the dream, I should let you know that my husband is one of the manliest men I’ve ever met (cue Monty Python). At 6’4”, two hundred and (cough cough) pounds, he’s built like a brick shithouse. He was a rugby player in his youth, and I’d hazard (although he’s never tried), he could bench press me. I have no questions whatsoever about his masculinity.
In my dream, I was in bed, much as I was when I woke up. On my back, covers to my neck, eyes closed as the last bit of my dream’s dream floated away. I felt the weight of a hand, peeling down the covers and stopping on the inside of my thigh. I opened my dream eyes to see my husband at the edge of the bed. As always, the first thing I noticed was his smile. He put his fingers to his lips, indicating to me that the children were still sleeping…and he had something in mind. I broke eye contact and looked down to see his broad chest. Hairy and slightly wet from his shower.
As my eyes drew lower, I saw that he was not only wearing a black tutu, but also black pull-up stockings. The tutu was lifted slightly, as his body betrayed what he was actually interested in.
Now, even in a dream-state, to find your husband in women’s clothing would likely be a bit traumatic to some women. I was not even slightly upset by it. Instead, in the dream, I reached under the tutu with one hand, pulled him down on top of me with the other hand, and asked if he had locked our bedroom door so we wouldn’t be disturbed.
And then of course, I woke up.
Freudian whatever be damned – I woke up with a lady woody. Not because I was gleefully happy that my husband likes to wear women’s clothing. Despite my belief that Caitlyn Jenner is a positive role model, I know that finding their husband in women’s clothing would give a lot of women pause. In my dream state, I knew that my husband had popped those things on to make me smile. And the fact that he still likes to make me smile is incredibly sexy. Truthfully, I’m so in love with him – that if he did express a proclivity to women’s clothing, I wouldn’t have a problem with it.
As I woke for real, my husband had just finished his morning shower. As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, he blew me a kiss as he walked naked across the room to the closet to put his robe on. He opened the door to our room, and a few minutes later, brought our very awake two-year-old into bed. As he came around for his regular morning kiss, I felt a bit of deja vu. I suggested it was too bad that the baby had awoken…because I’d had something else in mind…
Have you ever had an…unexpected…dream about your significant other?
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