Dreams have never been a part of what has been included here, until this morning. Last night was a first of its kind and unusual in a very important way.
Mostly I have dreams where I might know others in the dream, but I am rarely 'myself' in it. I had a frightening dream about our daughter a few nights ago. In that dream, I was a doctor in some unfamiliar setting where our daughter had been injured. It scared me so much that I was unable to go back to sleep until I had sent off an email asking her to let us know everything was all right. She is fine thank you, although I was very unsettled until I established that fact.
From last night's dream all that is left is a few fragments, but what I do remember is that in that significant dream, I was myself. I was with my family (the kids were a lot younger) visiting a museum of some sort in an unfamiliar city. We were having a good time. So what is so special to mention? Well, as I say in the dream I was myself. That is quite different. But not only that, I was female and myself. There was a shock of realization (a lucid dream all of a sudden), that things were not as they usually are, and then I checked my 'dream self' out, and realized everything was fine. I hadn't forgotten to put on my skirt or some such thing… everything was, as it should be.
When I had that unsettling dream about our daughter being injured, my sweetie reminded me that dreams do not come true. In that case, I was relieve to say, she was right. About last night? Hmm...
p.s. Could it be that this dream was a gift sent from an alternate self, one who transitioned? Now there is a dream worth having.