I had a strangely vivid dream last night. It started in a place that resembled my high school. I was in the library using a computer and this one guy that I never liked kept trying to copy all the data I had on the disk, which ranged from personal documents to porn. Certainly things I didn't want people to see. After swatting him away a few times, I finally got up, double and triple checked that I had all my stuff and left. I later found out he was trans too and trying to transition, or at least that's how the rumors went. I had mixed feelings. I still hated him, but had a bit more sympathy for him. But I didn't want to be associated with him.
After that, I went out into the school courtyard. There were beams or platforms, columns, and trees everywhere. I got the urge to climb up and sit on this one narrow beam above the walkways. People glanced up and whispered to one another as they went by. I heard some people refer to me as a 'lesbian or something'. I had my eyes closed and gently rocked on the beam as it swayed a bit. I just wanted to escape the world for a little while. Some hippy looking teacher approached, frowned, but ultimately decided to leave me alone. But then some guys I knew started harassing me. I jumped down and confronted them. I realized I was barefoot and felt a bit primal and cat-like. That feeling gave me confidence and I threw stuff at them and swiped at them using my nails like claws. I scratched one guy in the face and he ran off. I tried running and jumping at a tree to scurry up it and return to my perch but another guy pulled me down. I grabbed a stick and swung at him, and assumed a crouched fighting stance. He decided to run and I chased him through the halls, weaving through the other students. But I made it out front and lost him.
I walked to the curb and noticed the sun was setting. I pulled my hood up and a car approached. The driver insisted I get in so I crawled into the back seat. As we drove, I hid my face. Through the rearview mirror, I could see just one of my eyes through the gap between the seats, illuminated by the streetlights. I had a dangerous and defensive look. The man just smiled and reassured me. We ended up at a department store, or home depot-like store. I kept my hand over my face and gave short responses as he rambled on about hardware and other stuff. I knew what some tool was called and he seemed impressed. After wandering through the paint section wondering why I was there, the guy had gone off. When I found him again, he was talking with an older man and a woman. They looked at me and the guy that brought me there gestured to me and smiled again. I placed a hand over my nose and mouth again, and kept up a cautious but intense gaze. My body language was reserved and defensive but I went to them anyway. The older man greeted me and moved my hand away. I looked down and away and he chuckled. The woman seemed pleased. And then the older guy turned me towards him, looked me up and down, and touched my chest, sliding his hand over to cup my right breast. I was mildly embarrassed but didn't do or say anything about it. Then I think I woke up. I felt like an animal, and maybe like a pet or livestock , but strangely I also felt like myself more than any other dream I can recall, especially in terms of self-awareness. I was defensive and reserved, like I constantly had to protect myself from the world and deal with peoples judgements.