>>5150902Two dreams I had didn't involve me transitioning, I already looked like a woman in them. In the first, I was a brunette in a red, sparkling dress singing in a beautiful voice. My brother was joyfully playing a grand piano along with me.
In the other dream, I was walking beside my father talking about something, it was a bit before noon, I think, based on lighting. We were in a water park that had fallen on hard times and walking along this brown cliffside with graffiti on it (as is common in this part of NJ.) Some were the typical "x and y 4ever" others were messages expressing personal hatred. He was probably (I have no idea what he had on) wearing swimming trunks, I was in a bikini (don't remember the color but I feel it was black) and a large straw hat. I actually had my real life black hair in this dream as well. And now that I think about it, whatever we were talking about had something to do with mourning. As we kept walking, the stone beneath us became (in a natural way, not in the dream way) a wooden walkway high above the ground of the rest of the park. It looked something like what wooden roller coasters look like. There was a long, vertical ladder at the end of the walkway. I'm not sure on the order of the events here. My dad made some kind of move to take a picture, but the people who ran the park, a mid 50s, blue collar-looking white couple, didn't see the camera, and thought he made some kind of racist, white power hand sign. They shouted up using a bullhorn that they wouldn't let him come down until he apologized. I went down first, since I thought he would figure it out quickly enough. Unfortunately, he didn't understand what they wanted from him. It was near the end of sunset and he was still up there, with the couple still waiting on his apology, like extremely PC ninnies. They were worried like a child was about to fall off of there and no one could reach them in time. Never mind the fact we're spics.
