Yellow Dress

I get invited to this Roman toga party and end up wearing a lemon yellow nylon nightie and a blonde wig. Too much yellow I think - not very flattering - and the wig changes to black but is inside out.  I am  younger and more muscular than usual. 

Am I safe? I wonder as I clamber through a burrow into the town's library. 

I get the odd look but no-one is really aggressive and the overall feeling is one of liberation.

Guilty Cuckold

Everyone keeps changing sex in this dream. A young man is having an affair behind his wife's back. The mother-in-law I notice freezes for a second as she obviously twigs what is happening. At one point near the end the male cuckold (or is it a woman?) needs paper for some drawing and the still unknowing wife offers him some. "No," the cuckold says, "Use mine." He is beginning to feel guilty. Now they are discussing using something like Mortadella to draw on. "Heavy!" I say and the cuckold withdraws. I find myself filling cracks in the wall with the wife's money but can't bring myself to do it.

Square Peg In A Round Hole

Two arrogant twins, who shift between sexes and racial background, have just attended a conference but shown no interest in it. They had been allowed in purely as observers - we were wrong to push them towards something that was unsuitable but recognise that they fit another unforeseen role perfectly. The ease with which their new function materialises is compared to drawing a street lamp lighting the branches of a tree, where all the twigs unexpectedly arrange themselves in concentric patterns.

Caught Red Handed

I have just marked all the police papers, but one of the officers tells me, "The papers have all been tampered with, Ma'am. All the guilty P.O.'s have signed their names on those documents."
I have to dispose of the evidence or the good name of our unit will be at stake. I throw the papers down the toilet but find the flush handle has been removed! I realise too late that this is a trap to test corrupt P.O.'s and I have been caught red handed.

Poetic Crossing

J is in an episode of Six Feet Under swimming across the river to Corbiere - it has been filmed in a deliberately artificial style with cardboard waves and dry ice. The poetic scene is explained to me in broken french by her mother. Her father has neatly written out her movements in mathematical notation, giving precise map coordinates.
When J reaches the opposite shore she has become a bearded Union soldier from the American Civil War.

Emotional Farewell

After months of anti-authority espionage, involving intense friendships and wild sexual encounters, I am finally tracked down by the Russian police and compelled to leave the country. I take leave of my friends who, like me, are male and in their twenties. A pile of presents await me downstairs in the local cafe. Here I will spend my last hour with my special gender defying friend and his/her young daughter. I sit clutching my head and weep melodramatically.