In the first dream, I was engaged to a girl and we were going to the courthouse (which was represented by Walmart) to hurry up and speed the marriage process along so we can consumate the relationship and move in together. We got married in the middle of the night and afterwards, we went to a room. When I tried to initiate the start of the consumation, my stomach begin hurting badly. This wasn't just in the dream. My stomach was really hurting so I guess it just carried over to the dream world. The last thing I remember about that dream was me thinking about how my sister would feel about me getting married to a girl as a transman.
In the next dream, I had apparently went to my house and it was at night. I looked out the window and saw a gang of men forcibly sat this boy down and his feet were in gasoline. They threw a match in and the guy started to burn. I hesitated and asked a memeber here if I should call the cops and he said all nonchalantly "if you want to". Finally, I did, but it was too late. He died. I tried to duck as the gang were walking past my house. Our big light was on so I wanted to turn it off. However, when I reached to turn if off, I accidently bumped into the door and that alerted them so they started to walk towards our house. I guess they didn't want to take a chance with any witnesses. My mom and I screamed at my brother to get up and do something, but he just sat there on the computer. I decided to get a bb gun even though I had no bullets and by the time I came back to the living room, they had busted in. I was ready to rifle-whip every single one of them. I yelled at my brother again and he got up and decided to join them so I started beating him in the head with the bb gun, but because of this massive size, that only pissed him off so I stopped. Then he began to explain how he felt hurt all his life and how no one would listen to him or not care about him, etc. He went onto a long sob story until I yelled at him that we got it so please just take their side already geez!Then I heard Rick and the grandad's voice from Pawn Stars talking about a stamp.
In the next dream, I was with my old NJROTC Chief and Commander and we were headed to a drill tournament. It was my desire to march with the team, but because I'm 22 and not in high school anymore, I couldn't. I wanted to put on the uniform just one more time, but I was glad to help in any way I can. One cadet came to me and gave me a bunch of pearls on a necklace and told me to be in the pearl dancing squad. I mentally said to mysel "what?
" but they apparently had such a thing I guess.
In the next dream, I went to Dr. Mcginn to get a phalloplasty, and she out some type in injection thread through my lip and I think it chipped off a part of my tooth with dental filling, but I couldn't feel the chipped spot. My sister was around and she was telling her about how the pre-tribulation was right. I wanted to correct her on that, but I was too drugged up from anestesia to do so, but I did ask my sister how she felt about me transitioning. She said she's not going to judge, but I knew she didn't approve.
In the next dream, we had two tigers in cages in our yard and I pet one of them. It was fun, but I quickly moved my hand before it would bite me.
