The other night I had a dream that my sister had talked me into crossdressing at Dave and Busters.
She had picked out this like sparkly red bugs Bunny sequined dress thing for me to wear, and so I put it on.
I walk out of the women’s bathroom and I am immediately accosted by some older white dude in his like late 40s who’s getting up in my face and saying, “what are you supposed to be, what should I call you should I call you ma’am, what should I call you?”
I realized there was no answer I could give this person that would make this go away so in my deepest most manliest voice, loud enough to be heard throughout Dave & Buster’s I said, “FUCK OFF OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU”.
AND HE FUCKED OFF WHICH WAS NICE.
But then immediately afterwards I realized that I was about to get kicked out of that Dave and busters while wearing a woman’s dress.
I always have weird dreams but this is the first time I’ve ever dreamed about cross-dressing or Dave & busters. I have no idea what the fuck I was smoking that night.
If this happens irl I’ll have your back. I’m totally comfortable replying with something stupid like “And what are you supposed to be you? I would call you ‘sir’, but you’re not acting like a man.”
I appreciate it but like I said I always have weird dreams and I just kind of have to go with the flow.
I dreamed once that there was a curse on my heart and that I had found a holy man, a wakan man, who could heal the sickness in me. And I’m Lakota, wakan just means set apart or holy.
So the wakan man arranges this path for me to walk in my mom’s backyard and on each side of the path are my relatives and as I passed them they turned into bears.
Finally at the end of the path I stood there and the holy men made some motions and said some words that I can’t repeat and then all of my family came together in their bear forms and fell upon me.
And I died.
And I was being escorted into the Afterlife by an amorphous psychopomp figure, and I noticed I had just come out of the door and this door was a wooden door with four glass panes in it and hanging from the four glass panes on the outside were three round Stones about an inch and a half in diameter wrapped in twine in a triangular formation with each of the stones touching each other.
I asked the psychopomp what those three stones meant, and it told me that those three stones were the sign of an accursed death.
Then we wandered off into the Afterlife and I woke up.
I didn’t want to put out a brusque reply, partly to not offend anyone and partly so I don’t get hoisted by my own petard in the future.
I dreamed when I was young that I had a machine that could alter the very fabric of reality. Turn dirt into gold, turn trash into treasure, change a person’s body to be young and strong and perfect in every way.
I dreamed about how I could have the perfect male body, tall, fit, perfect in every way with such a machine, and then the thought crossed my mind that even if I was physically perfect in every way it wouldn’t mean that a woman would want to automatically be with me because of who I am as a person.
That self-inflicted gunshot wound to the skull of my self-esteem dealt a heavy blow to my burgeoning manhood, and I don’t know if I have really gotten over it despite having slept with many women and even married one of them.
That being said, I don’t believe I have an egg to crack. I hate myself, yes, but so much so that even if I were different, either a perfect man or a perfect woman, it wouldn’t fix what’s wrong with me.
Being a woman won’t make me stop hating myself, it would only give me new things to hate about myself and new yardsticks that I can’t measure up to.
And aside from that, men are not attractive to me at all. Like, maybe hormones would affect that and change my mind but other stuff probably has to happen first before I even consider crossing that bridge.
All of that being said, I deeply respect the other people who are going through that. I can only barely imagine what it’s like for them.
The other night I had a dream that my sister had talked me into crossdressing at Dave and Busters.
She had picked out this like sparkly red bugs Bunny sequined dress thing for me to wear, and so I put it on.
I walk out of the women’s bathroom and I am immediately accosted by some older white dude in his like late 40s who’s getting up in my face and saying, “what are you supposed to be, what should I call you should I call you ma’am, what should I call you?”
I realized there was no answer I could give this person that would make this go away so in my deepest most manliest voice, loud enough to be heard throughout Dave & Buster’s I said, “FUCK OFF OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU”.
AND HE FUCKED OFF WHICH WAS NICE.
But then immediately afterwards I realized that I was about to get kicked out of that Dave and busters while wearing a woman’s dress.
I always have weird dreams but this is the first time I’ve ever dreamed about cross-dressing or Dave & busters. I have no idea what the fuck I was smoking that night.
If this happens irl I’ll have your back. I’m totally comfortable replying with something stupid like “And what are you supposed to be you? I would call you ‘sir’, but you’re not acting like a man.”
I appreciate it but like I said I always have weird dreams and I just kind of have to go with the flow.
I dreamed once that there was a curse on my heart and that I had found a holy man, a wakan man, who could heal the sickness in me. And I’m Lakota, wakan just means set apart or holy.
So the wakan man arranges this path for me to walk in my mom’s backyard and on each side of the path are my relatives and as I passed them they turned into bears.
Finally at the end of the path I stood there and the holy men made some motions and said some words that I can’t repeat and then all of my family came together in their bear forms and fell upon me.
And I died.
And I was being escorted into the Afterlife by an amorphous psychopomp figure, and I noticed I had just come out of the door and this door was a wooden door with four glass panes in it and hanging from the four glass panes on the outside were three round Stones about an inch and a half in diameter wrapped in twine in a triangular formation with each of the stones touching each other.
I asked the psychopomp what those three stones meant, and it told me that those three stones were the sign of an accursed death.
Then we wandered off into the Afterlife and I woke up.
All of that being said, if I noticed the same thing happening to someone else I will similarly have their back.
/c/egg_irl?
I didn’t want to put out a brusque reply, partly to not offend anyone and partly so I don’t get hoisted by my own petard in the future.
I dreamed when I was young that I had a machine that could alter the very fabric of reality. Turn dirt into gold, turn trash into treasure, change a person’s body to be young and strong and perfect in every way.
I dreamed about how I could have the perfect male body, tall, fit, perfect in every way with such a machine, and then the thought crossed my mind that even if I was physically perfect in every way it wouldn’t mean that a woman would want to automatically be with me because of who I am as a person.
That self-inflicted gunshot wound to the skull of my self-esteem dealt a heavy blow to my burgeoning manhood, and I don’t know if I have really gotten over it despite having slept with many women and even married one of them.
That being said, I don’t believe I have an egg to crack. I hate myself, yes, but so much so that even if I were different, either a perfect man or a perfect woman, it wouldn’t fix what’s wrong with me.
Being a woman won’t make me stop hating myself, it would only give me new things to hate about myself and new yardsticks that I can’t measure up to.
And aside from that, men are not attractive to me at all. Like, maybe hormones would affect that and change my mind but other stuff probably has to happen first before I even consider crossing that bridge.
All of that being said, I deeply respect the other people who are going through that. I can only barely imagine what it’s like for them.
I have a high level of respect for people that share their dreams openly.