OK interpret this dream:
Last night I had a dream my husband took me to a coffee type shop but it was gambling house (too much CSI) and said to me:
There is nothing wrong with gambling establishments, not if you are in control
I turned around, checked out the cashier, looked back at him and he had turned into a cross dresser. Full kit. Only thing that gave him away was small whiskers below his nostrils.
I asked him what the fuck was going on and then looked to the other tall bar benches and they were all men dressed as women. 1950 esk women. Handbag, floral dresses, hats and court shoes.
He then proceeded to tell me that he doesn’t understand why I have an issue with this as he only does it once a month tops and it makes him happy. K
I then said I needed time to think and walked to the Sunshine Coast (I live on the Gold Coast). I nearly reached the Sunshine Coast and Mark Philippoussis was there to tell me he loved me and had always loved me.
I couldn’t make this shit up. Interpretation if you will