I love dream threads.
My form in my dreams varies, but it's usually similar to however I'm presenting in waking life.
The last dream I can remember was fantastic. It was one of those postapocalyptic dystopia dreams (most of mine have that backdrop, for whatever reason), but civilization wasn't all gone or only mostly gone. We were rebuilding. We mostly lived underground, and we explored and expanded the existing sewer systems.
I got hired as a field biologist (another recurring theme for me) to go check out a new cephalopod variant that was living in a largely-unmapped area. I was really proud. They hired me because I was the only one willing to do it. I was treated as male, but I was small-bodied, and dwarfed by the big burly dude who led me to the site. They gave me metal armguards so I could hook onto and get leverage from the notches and metal outcroppings in the tunnels.
I felt so badass, but when we got to the place I was a little scared. These things had no eyes, and their skin was very pale, and they swam like little aliens or something.
I'll skip that part because it's not gender stuff. When I got back to the base I was told that because of some lab results I had to have emergency surgery to get some of my innards taken out. There was no pain, but I was bleeding and bleeding, worse than any period, and it became clear to everybody that I wasn't normal. We didn't have regular bathrooms or medical facilities.
Well, that dream started fantastic and stayed fun most of the way through. The last bit sucked.
