One of my most vivid and lengthy dreams, was about me as a business woman. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I found myself arriving at the office in my Passat, I was wearing a ladies 2-piece suit, hi-heeled pumps, shoulder length hair.
I parked, got out and locked the car.
I walked across the parking lot and entered the building, everything was so normal, as if I had been here hundreds of times. Several people acknowleged me.
Somehow, I knew that my office was on the 7th floor. I stepped into the elevator and pushed the button labeled '7'.
By this time, I knew that I was dreaming, and I knew that I would be here a while. and I knew that I was quite female.
The doors opened and my office was directly ahead. I was carrying an small attache case. My 'heart' was racing as I did my best to remain calm, I didn't want to suddenly awaken.
I opened the door and entered my very nice office, my assistant was already there, an Asian girl, she said good morning to me, I repeated the same.
I was anxious to find a mirror, to see what I looked like, a dressing room was to my left, I walked in and faced the full length mirror. The bathrom was past the dressing room, I have a very fancy office!
Instead of random or scattered images of me, my reflection was that of a female version of myself, a brunette, nice features, and a good figure. I turned left and right, flipped my hair back, and smiled at myself, I was very attractive!
I unbuttoned my jacket, then took it off, I could see the outline of my bra through the material of my white blouse. yes...I had a good pair up there! Everything else was in place, slim waistline, full hips, nice legs.
I could smell my own special fragrance.
I hung up the jacket and returned to the table, my assistant had poured me a cup of coffee, she was sorting the mail, I sat at the table and began looking for my name on the envelopes. Of course, reading in a dream is almost impossible, I was seeing randomly shifting letters.
I examined the details of my office, the furnishings, colors, decor.
We sipped our coffee, I asked her if she knew that I was dreaming all of this, she mildly acknowleged, and went on looking at the stack of letters.
She was attractive, perhaps in her late 20's.
I knew that this dream was a long one, so I walked over and took a small clock off the shelf to try and time my dream.
I recall talking to the girl about me, that I was dreaming, and I was actually a male, I just wanted to be female for a while.
I think she smiled at me as she said, 'Well, it's your dream anyways, you can do whatever you want to."
She stood and picked up our cups, 'Let me get you a refill, it's already cold."
I responded, 'Yeah, I've been here so long that I'm beginning to wonder if it will ever end."
She smile and turned away as she said, 'Well, I hope not."
I play that dream over in my mind as I go to bed, maybe I'll return tonight.
