I had this intensely powerful dream last night - it was incredibly realistic, and I was worried at first, because that usually means I'm about to have a nightmare, but even though it was really sad, it wasn't a bad dream.
I followed the life of a young man, from childhood to almost college-aged, who identified as a woman from day one. He loved one of his childhood friends, but was afraid to tell him, and then his friend moved away. As the boy got older, it became more and more obvious how he felt about himself, and I watched as he was beaten, ostracized, and threatened; he just kept going, believing he was a good person and his path to becoming a woman was right. He also tried to find his friend's father (I don't know why - my dream skipped over that part), because he knew it was important to the boy he loved. His first love comes back, and finds out, and the young man I was following had admitted how he felt and what he wanted, but I woke up before the first love answered. I want to believe he loved the young man who wanted to be a woman, and that everything worked out.
The details are fading, but I remember experiencing everything with this kid, and he couldn't hear or see me. I laughed with him, cried with him, wanted desperately for him to hear me when he was at his lowest, cheering like an idiot when he was happy.
To my knowledge, I have no one who has issues identifying with their gender - but that dream was so emotional, so real, I almost believe he's really out there, patiently waiting for his sweetheart. If he is, I feel like I'll turn a corner one day and run into him, and he'll wonder why this weird fat chick is bear-hugging him. Or maybe he'll know, and hug me back.
I'm sorry - I just HAD to put this out there. It really affected me.
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