A Dream of Talking To Mom

Mostly, any locations in my dreams that are recognizably real places are from my childhood, by far the most common recognizably real-life people are my parents, and very little that is recognizably from the recent real-world makes it into my dreams. Even now there have only been a couple dreams in which respirators make any appearance. Even the place I’ve now lived in for 29 years is a very rare setting compared to my childhood bedroom. Mostly, my dream locations and dream characters are not apparently drawn from real life at all.

But I am a woman in my dreams now whenever anything makes it apparent if I am or not. I never was in pre-transition days.

I had a really amazing dream last night. I was sitting on the family room couch in my childhood home, with my dad (who died in 2004) sitting at the other end of the couch. My mom (who died in 2017) was doing some sort of minor cleaning in the room while I talked to her. Dusting furniture that has now been in my living room since about 2000. I was telling her that living as a woman is wonderful, and I wondered what it might have been like to have been able to grow up as a girl. What things might she have taught me, what things might we have done together?

It was a really nice dream.