What dreams may come…

I had such a weird dream yesterday… One of these dreams that you fully remember the next day, that wakes you up stressed and disoriented.

I was in my hometown, in my old house where I grew up (now sold). I was having a very vivid discussion with my brother. I was telling him about my plans. I wanted to have an engagement party of my own, in my hometown to make the gossip stop. I wanted to find a nice little girl to get engaged to and let everyone know about it. I was planning where the big party will take place and who to invite. I spend days trying to find the perfect location and decoration. Then, the day of the engagement arrived. I was very excited and happy about the preparations, but then it hit me:
‘Who will be the bride?’
I spent so much time preparing the whole thing, but I didn’t plan who the bride-to-be will be! It was already the morning of the big day and I had to find a solution, call somebody. I figured out that my very best friend ‘A’ will not say no to me. Even in such a short notice, she will agree to get engaged to me. However, she couldn’t do it like that. She might need to go to a hair dresser, find the proper dress, and inform her parents. Her mother would like to get prepared as well! I don’t want mothers-in-law do to get prepared, but she might need a manicure or something… Could I have the party without her parents? Will we find dresses in time? Will the hair dresser be available?
All these questions were going through my head, when I woke up… ‘JJ’ was sleeping next to me. At least I didn’t wake him up…


The first thing that went through my mind was why on Earth would I want to get engaged like that? This is so not me. I don’t have issues with being gay and I certainly wouldn’t do something just because people gossip and criticize me about it. Am I homophobic on my subconscious?


Then, I remembered the TV show we were watching earlier that evening called: ‘Transvestite wives’. It was a documentary following straight couples (can I use that term?) where the husband was a cross dresser. So, in a way, there was a third person in the couple called Deanne, Betty or Sue. These couples were living in areas like Nottingham or Aberdeen which are not very popular as being accepting and understanding to different lifestyles. Unfortunately, these people when dressed in drag, even when accompanied by their wives, would run into not so polite people and were sometimes verbally abused… It was interesting to see how their wives were so protective over them.
Anyway, I hope that was the reason of the weird dream…

By the way, I cooked for JJ amazing cannelloni with spinach and feta cheese yesterday. OK, not because I made it, but it was very good. I don’t like using ricotta. I prefer adding feta and a little bit of cheddar cheese instead. Too much feta will make it too salty but adding a little bit gives food a really nice taste…