Not entirely sure if this is the right place to put this, but it is trans-related so I'm assuming it is. Anyways, I was out in a dream town that (now that I look back at it) was a mixture of my old South African home town and a part of Illinois I moved to when I first came to America. So, in the dream I was out presenting as female and I felt amazing. I felt on top of the world--and in the dream I knew I was still trans, but it didn't matter. I had on this amazing wig and I was dressed by the Gods.
Then, as the dream progressed, I found myself walking through a soccer field. (I used to play soccer), and I saw a huge crowd of my old teammates from all different years of my playing experiences. They all looked at me and started snickering, and my friend (next to me) tried to steer me away from them. For some reason, however, I didn't feel mortified or embarassed. I just remember yelling, and my voice came out like a screech, "YEAH, I'M A [TRANS]!! IS THAT A F@#$ING PROBLEM?"
Hhahahahahhaha. If only I was that bold in real life.
Motto of the dream? No idea. But it was pretty vivid.
