Years ago, I used to wake up broken hearted from a reoccurring dream of being a girl.
Then, as I began to advance through life and became more knowledgeable in the look or looks I was trying to achieve-and the more I began to go out- my dreams followed the process.
In my dreams, I was the prettiest or at the least most convincing girl in the room. Reality to say the least wasn't pleasant. So, in it's place-day dreaming took over.
I have always wondered how much of my life I essentially wasted in the day dream mode. How would have things been different? Who knows, can't cry over spilled hormones and I am not.
These days, interesting enough though, my dreams are going a different direction. Or not.
I'm dreaming about coming out as transgender to people. Or appearing to get my gender marker's changed-or whatever.
I guess dreams do follow reality.
Except, I think I would look good in that brand new Porsche of my dreams!
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