I'm usually genderless in my dreams, although since starting RLE I have been a woman a few times. Before RLE I would sometimes be dressed as a woman but, upon waking, I always interpreted that to mean I was cross-dressed.
This isn't a dream, but it is something that happened a long time ago. You mentioning the Spanish dancer reminded me.
When I was a teenager I went to a friend's house. There were some kids I didn't know, including a girl who said her grandmother had taught her to read palms. She read a few. It was like a parlor game - fun and light-hearted. But when she read my palm, she became visibly disturbed.
She said she saw a dark-haired woman on a hill, beckoning to me, but I wasn't able to come to her. (I'm dark-haired.) The girl finally became so uneasy that she stopped the session and wouldn't read any more palms. The fun was gone. Everyone was looking at each other like: What just happened here?
Gradually the party resumed, but it was hard to pass off what happened as an act – it was too real. I never talked about it again because I found it disturbing and didn't know what to think of it. I always figured the dark-haired woman was a potential spouse whose expectations I wouldn't be able to meet. Now I know that she was me – the real me.
That was in 1959, before the words "transgender" or "transsexual" were even coined. Most people didn't know that some of us could have a brain gender that was different from our physical sex. The concept didn't exist in our culture.
I don't mean to hijack your thread, Megan, but while I don't attribute meaning to most dreams, I do think some have meaning, or at least some meaning. There is more to life and the world than meets the eye.
- Kate
