One of my favourite dreams happened a long time ago, when I wasn't even considering transition. As far as I can remember, I've always had dreams in which I was female, and needless to say they were the best. But this one in particular I haven't forgotten, probably because of the 'charm' it had. I was wearing this beautiful white dress, heels and had long, wavy dark hair. I felt GORGEOUS, and it all seemed like a commercial, very oniric. I was riding the bus and it was half empty, and sunlight was bathing the whole scene like you wouldn't believe. It was like New York in summer (even if I've never been there). So I get off the bus, and walk through these street that seems like an abandoned industrial place of some sort, but not dark or creepy or anything, and as I turn my dress and hair just move flawlessly like in those perfume commercials...
...and then I woke up.
I was expecting at least to see the name of the perfume but I didn't make it. 😀 So I figured I was dreaming I was a model or something and I was starring in this clip. I've never felt more beauty and peace in my whole (and real) life.
Crap.