I had an odd dream and there’s a lot about it that I don’t really remember but there was a segment that sticks out.
I was at home at mom’s and I was pretty young in the dream maybe 10 or 11 and my friends were there. No one that I recognized specifically. I was busy writing a bunch of stuff maybe a journal. It had a bunch of personal stuff. One of my friends found this pen and was asking whose pen it was, it was a girl’s pen. My other friends were starting to discuss it and I blurted out “I’m a girl” and I could feel their smiles–the ones of disbelief. Or like they had heard their competitor mess up on a math question that was simple to them. No one said anything. Then I thought maybe it was in my head.
The next scene was my mom finding that journal with all these confessions of my being transgender and it was bad. Oddly I put the notebook in a piano that mom had there from when I took piano lessons.
Then I woke up and wasn’t sure how to feel about this weird dream I had. I can say that I think there’s some amount of correlation between this and my waking life.