In my dreams, sometime I am a man, sometimes I'm in transition, and sometimes I'm a woman.
I think I had one particularly defining dream in about 7th grade, before I started getting hair on my dick.
In this particularly memorable dream, I have a girlfriend. There is romance, companionship, fun,... the context escapes me. It's not at an amusement park or carnival, but it might as well be. So now we go to bed, but there is hesitation on both our parts. But a look flashes between us, a recognition of superlative trust – and we get undressed. I have no hair on my little tiny peanut, and she is flat-chested as can be. We lay down on the bed, and embrace, holding each other tightly, face to face, and fall contentedly asleep.
Other romance dreams would have sex in them. Other romance dreams would fade quickly upon wakening, leaving only a faint residue of the positive emotions such dreams evoked. I don't think this was really a romance dream.
I think both of the characters were me, and that it was a dream of accepting myself. I am both a girl with no tits and a boy who lacks some fundamental and essential element of maleness. But, at least at that point in my life when I had the dream, and really all the time that I recall the dream, and embrace the dream as truth – the dream signified that the two parts could be whole, that they could trust and love each other and themselves.
This interpretation is particularly apropos to the Native American interpretation of me being a berdache, a two-spirit. From that angle, I can interpret the dream as the two spirits agreeing to share my one body. Almost like two people with timeshares of the same vacation condo.
