A Strange Dream of Mine

I’m curious whether the story I’m about to share counts as fiction. Once, I had a dream where I was at a valintear workplace, packing and shipping supplies for people experiencing homelessness. In this dream, I wore a black t-shirt paired with a short black skirt. The odd part wasn’t just that I was wearing a skirt; it’s also that the place was mostly filled with coats, blankets, and shoes destined for the homeless. My own skirt fit tightly and seemed locked in place, so even if I wanted to take it off, I couldn’t find any pants anywhere nearby. I had no option but to keep working like this while small children visited, some casting odd looks my way, so I kept on with my tasks without paying them much mind. If you were a man dreaming something similar, how would you handle that situation? wayneheidlebaugh

(I'd say it's a true story...) The funny thing about dreams is that no matter how bizarre they seem after you wake up, everything feels perfectly 'normal' within them... Unless you become 'aware' that it is indeed a dream; then you turn into Neo (from The Matrix) and can control the environment around you... I once had a dream where I became aware... and suddenly the whole scene shifted like changing channels on a TV... Well, if I were stuck in such a state unable to change clothes, I'd just roll with it... I've experienced something similar before. We lived in what could only be described as a warehouse attached to our workplace... The clothing was skimpy, and despite having big breasts, I knew deep down I was still male... It felt wild because I could fly... but limited to about 6 feet off the ground. No higher than that, no matter how hard I tried...