I've always had cross-over dreams which are mostly (unfortunately), cross-over
nightmares. They usually have the same format or theme ... I start out successfully
as a woman comfortable in the dream but as it goes on I began to look more and more
masculine until often I feel like a guy in a dress and everyone is laughing. These are
very painful. Some of the dreams I don't change and am accepted and they are just fine.
In my dreams there is almost nothing I have not dreamed about as a woman. I have been
married, married with children. I have been married to abusive husbands .. been pregnant
and given birth. In one dream I took over a pregnancy from my aunt about 6 months in
(don't ask me how that works) and then gave birth. I've even had periods.
Since about 2 years ago when I kind of lost it, had a breakdown and been searching for
my real self, my dreams have become really crazy and disturbing (my therapist sees them
as my struggle to deal with my past and make myself right). When I have them, I often have
trouble sleeping any more the rest of the night. Here is one of them:
I am going on this hike in the mountains. There are other parents there which I do not know and
many children ages about 5 - 6 years old. We're milling about trying to get organized with the kids
so we can head out on the trail. When I look and notice that the trail is this narrow path with no
railing or protection with a sheer drop 1000's of feet down to the valley below. I start yelling to the
adults that we can not possibly take all these little kids on this very dangerous trail but they don't
listen and tell me that everything will be fine.
We start out and almost immediately one of the little boys falls over the edge. It's terrible!
One of the fathers goes to where the boy fell and looks down. He then calmly and nonchalantly gives
a play-by-play account of the boy falling down the cliff:
"He just bounced off a rock and now he hit a tree and then tumbled into another rock"
I can't believe what he is saying. I race over to the cliff edge and go down .. I need to try and save him!
Strangely, the mountain side is no longer so steep a drop off, but more of a gradual grassy slope down through
trees which I run and skid over to the bottom. There is a grassy meadow with trees and I yell out for the
boy, but there is no longer a boy but a little girl.
I try to get her to come to me.
"Sweetie pie ... Sweetie pie .. come here" I say but she runs away.
I try again to get her to come to me but she runs.
The dream ends.
I have many dreams like this.
All the best,
Kath