Last night, I dreamt of a handsome man visiting me, staring at me on my bed. Cold skin and lips as a pale rose, wings adorn him but he was not an angel. I felt as if it were not a dream since he was in my bedroom, his iris were rose color as well. I never had a transgender dream exactly, so this was an odd occasion. He was deathly handsome, his hair medieval blonde.
In his hand, a pink crystal jewel dangled on a string trembled. "I love you for more than time itself, and we shall reunite once the passing comes my princess" I could not speak. Words were hard to gather. I look down at myself and was still in boymode. "The passing will come in time, but the dimensions restrict my visitation. Watch how the stone swings forward and backwards, that is how I will say yes and no".
I did not understand. Then he handed the jewel to me. Suddenly I felt my body began to change, and estrogen running in my veins, "Never let go. In this time, we can communicate through the stone". His eyes were glowing. An aroma of flora filled the room but then a putrid scent entered, my skin began to rot. Fear came across me. Then I woke up.
Has anyone ever had a dream as a man but also as a woman in that matter? It got me to thinking at least. I know its just a dream.
