And last night, I dreamed that I was high up in the mountains in the modern day with a sort of mercenary knight and his lady, except that she was (and always had been) a man in very careful, fifteenth-century drag. I have no explanation.

I had no explanation when a drag queen showed up in my dream (and then moved to my conscious brain) either. May yours be more manageable than mine. It didn't help that mine was a lounge singer.

(Also, your dreams are awesome.)