Don't sweat it. Just about everything in a dream tends to be symbolic. Even the sex probably was symbolic of something else entirely.

Rollerskating, swimming, holiday celebrations, dead pets.

I dreamed that I signed up for art class at my high school (I have no clue why since I hated art) and one girl I hated join too but for some reason our astrology class was going to join because our classeswere so big and one strange man kept asking as questions and he asked me a question about wealth and I told him 5 things that makes a a person wealthy and he told me he was surprised that I wasn't caught off guard by the question and then he said a joke that was "what do you call someone who isn't afraid of pipes in the dark?" and I thought a smoker and someone else said that and it was right.

Evil civil war monkeys tearing down a building

I was in a cartoon like one of those Disney animated films and there were talking animals in a  Picturesque forest

I woke up just as a marmot was telling me something very important

What was it?

Vivid, full colour, smell, touch everything dream that I was making love to the Romanian singer from Eurovision, Mandinga.     Just confirmed that I am a total dyke! 

Some people was trying to break in and I screamed to my mom to get the gun.  Two of the guys left while one guy stayed and tried to climb my house.  By the time I got the gun I shot him in his leg and he fell in some water on my porch.  I walked up to execute him  but he took the coward's way out and shot himself in the head first before I got to him.

I have a sleeping disorder, and have never remembered a single dream.  My doctor team got me started on a new med last week.  And, for the first time in my life I remember my dream!!  It is a bit confusing, since I have never remembered one before I was kind of disoriented when I woke up.  It took me a while to figure out what was going on.  Now, I am kind of sad.  I really wish the dream was true because my life in it was wonderful.  In my dream, I was the woman I hope to be.  With a caring and supportive partner.  Work was great, and everyone treated me as a woman.  I know it is simple and kind of boring.  But for the first memory of a dream...not too bad.

Had a Game of Thrones inspired dream. This guy was hanging out with me whom I don't even like but I was just being cordial. I don't dislike him enough to be rude to him. Then later a bunch of people are looking at me sideways and kind of being suspicious because I was seen being friendly with "the man in red" or something like that. I associate red with the Lannisters. So then I was trying to regain trust in the community and I explained that I didn't even like him and people seemed to mostly believe me and I thought that maybe I won't get decapitated for being a traitor.

In another dream, I was hanging out at this (trans) guy's house whom I only know from his YouTube videos, but we had become friends. I was cleaning the grout lines in his bathroom which was really filthy and then applying chapstick to it for some reason.

Dreamed about my little sister. The world always ends before my dreams begin. The world had ended as usual, and everything was all burnt up and broken, and I was corralling the survivors. I was taking care of people. Children and cats made me feel emotions where everybody else only pulled on my sense of duty. But anyhow I was working. My team encountered another team of leaders, and my sister was one of them. She didn't recognize me. When I explained who I was, she immediately switched to "she" and my old name. I started to argue with her, but a guy interrupted and took me aside. He tried to explain that I was being unreasonable, that everybody is entitled to their opinion and that it's not up to me what anyone calls me. I felt bad, emasculated and useless. I abandoned the kids and everybody I was working to save. I walked away, wishing nobody had ever seen me. I felt like a fool and it was really hard to shake off.

Quote from: Felix on May 31, 2012, 12:56:58 AM
Dreamed about my little sister. The world always ends before my dreams begin. The world had ended as usual, and everything was all burnt up and broken, and I was corralling the survivors. I was taking care of people. Children and cats made me feel emotions where everybody else only pulled on my sense of duty. But anyhow I was working. My team encountered another team of leaders, and my sister was one of them. She didn't recognize me. When I explained who I was, she immediately switched to "she" and my old name. I started to argue with her, but a guy interrupted and took me aside. He tried to explain that I was being unreasonable, that everybody is entitled to their opinion and that it's not up to me what anyone calls me. I felt bad, emasculated and useless. I abandoned the kids and everybody I was working to save. I walked away, wishing nobody had ever seen me. I felt like a fool and it was really hard to shake off.

That's actually pretty symbolic, Felix. I think you were actually dreaming about the various aspects of yourself. Your little sister - perhaps a female aspect still within yourself. The world ended - well, that could be seen as a transition to a different state. I mean, everything's different but it's still turning. Children and cats making you feel emotions - innocence, or freedom of expression, and independence - whereas everyone else... set in their roles, duty bound... the rigors of societal living.

Your sister not recognising you... well... maybe it was symbolic of how far you've come, and the fact that she switched to your old name and female pronouns... as a part of you that lives in a past time, maybe that's all she's ever known? You arguing with her may be an internal conflict with you asserting who you actually are, and the guy telling you that you're unreasonable and that it's not up to you what people call you... could be the fears and doubts you have within yourself.

Perhaps you walking away at the end was symbolic of a desire to get away from the pressures of society, a need to withdraw to get some breathing room.

...

Or maybe it's none of that. I don't know, I'm half asleep myself at the moment. >.<

I can see that. I can also see that you were doing a wonderful service to everyone around you and it was their loss when they decided to reject the real you.

Quote from: Felix on May 31, 2012, 12:56:58 AM
I was corralling the survivors. I was taking care of people. Children and cats made me feel emotions where everybody else only pulled on my sense of duty. But anyhow I was working.

...I felt bad, emasculated and useless. I abandoned the kids and everybody I was working to save.

It was like a horror movie.  Me and a group of people were in something liek a field and then some bugs started to attack so we ran to the nearest bus.  There was a small furry puffy white bug that me and a few other people leaped over successfully.  One person even stepped on it and it bled.  It was a bug you did not want to come in contact with because it was poisionous.  One person tripped over the bug and even though the bug was dead we knew that this person would not make it out alive and we watched in horror as this person and I think another person who was behind him had posionous spider-like bug crawl on them and bite them.  The guy of the floor tried to push them off but it didn't work.  This spider creature was eating the face off this guy and we didn't stick around to see the rest as we booked it to the bus.  There were some construction workers working not knowing what was going on and I asked if we should inform them and the other people said no so we someone cranked up the bus and we drove away.  One of the girls went crazy and slit another guy's throat and then some of the other members were killing each other and there was a clown there in the bus too.  I don't think he was there to kill anyone.  I had saw the same clown in a thumbnail on Youtube and it was scary and I just knew I was going to dream about him so he kind kind of popped up there.  Anyways the killing stopped and I found out that the girl who had slit the guy's throat was against interracial dating and the  guy was dating a woman out of his race.

I think I know where this dream came from.  I know why the clown was there because I had a feeling I would dream about a scary clown.  The bugs didn't come off because that day my mom was washing the cat and the fleas didn't come off from the washing.  I was thinking about the church that didn't want to marry two members in a interracial relationship.  The reason why I dreamed that me and a few other people made the leap across the bug and the others didn't was because I was watching 1000 ways to die where one guy was rolling in a tire jumping a ramp and he made it out while the other died from nails being punctured into him

I had two dreams this time.  The first one I was in high school and they had me taking gym.  I got my schedule mixed up and went on the day I wasn't supposed to go and all of these guys kept looking at me as I walked to the gym teacher.  I told the gym teacher that I don't need to take gym because I already took NRJOTC for 4 years. 

Then the dream went to me being in Washington D.C.  There was a ride that took you 10,000 feet in the air and then dropped you very quickly.  I went on the ride several times especially at night.  I saw a lot of D.C. and a lake overviewing it.

In my dream, I woke up as a woman.  My alarm went off for me to go to work.  I slowly reached to turn it off.  I beautiful woman then reached over me, turned off the alarm, gave me a very passionate kiss, and told me I should go so I am not late.  I felt happy, and content.  Too bad it was just a dream.

  I dreamt this morning that I married a woman who understood my condition and she treated me like a woman.  I woke up with that dream lingering and the libido up.  Lack of Spiro from these past two weeks traveling and right after a 17 hour drive for this California pipe dream?  I went on this trip to image the eclipse and to visit relatives.  A quick visit to a cousin that I thought I didn't have from my sister's house was a from info I got only hours before.  She knows that I'm transgender and we have been exchanging emails. 
  Joelene

For some reason I'm in a bookstore with a girl and a guy. The girl asks whether or not I'm going to be a virgin after I get married. I say that since it's tradition, of course we'd have sex. And she and I luagh, but for some reason the boy gets a little upset. So he calls out Lapras, smacks the other person (now another boy for some reason) over the head, and uses Lapras to carry the other boy across the water to the mainland (yeah, now they're on an island, and I no longer exist). Then he uses Staryu to carry himself across. Then the two boys adventure across a dinosaur-infested island, accidentaly get seperated, and find each other. Then they decide that they should set up a base camp before they explore, like they should have done as soon as they arrived. But it's dangerous with all the dinosaurs, so first they have to clear the area. So I show up with my sword and kill off a few dinosaurs to help them out. That's all I remember.

Interesting to note that I was a girl in this dream. Normally in my dreams I don't notice my gender any more than I notice my hearing aids- very rarely do they ever come up.

Actually, I had another dream, too. I was outside at night in a run-down neighborhood, looking at the houses. I went in one, and found a bunch of dead bodies, mostly skeletons. I read some notes and journals I found on the bodies, then a giant skeleton appeared, so I took out a gun and ran upstairs to open fire on it. In this dream, I was physically male. But it felt like it wasn't me... like he was just a character I was controlling, not the real me.

I recently dreamt I had my mouth full of strawberry ice cream that was melting and then I blew it out through a clarinet.

The first dream sort of turned into a nightmare.  I was going to an NJROTC reunion/parade with some comrades who were in the program with me and so we were about to get in the car but before that my sister lines up the comrades on the right side of my porch and me and another comrade on the other side to take a picture.  Strangely there was a something like a medicine shelf at the time and it fell on the comrades on the right and killed them all.  They all returned as ghost and started stabbing the guy who owned the Pawn Shop in "The Crow" because they thought he was to blame for their deaths.  I think he died.  Then they started stabbing his dog and I screamed and begged him to stop.  They finally had a heart and stopped but the dog died and come to find out that dog got another dog pregnant so he was leaving his pups behind.  It was sad.

In the next dream I had to pee really bad and I wanted to use the male restroom.  I wasn't binding and was still presenting as a female but more masculine.  I went into the restroom and saw other women there and the restroom seemed very chill with no one caring.  I wanted to use the urinal.  There was a urinal near an open door that contained army national guard bookbags.  I found myself having to hold on to the urinal to make it flow (ew).  It worked for a split second but then I started to leak on my pants so I stopped.