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Dream Journal

March 5, 2022

I was watching a documentary about the Soviet Union, and for some reason Gorbachev and all the other top Soviet government officials lived in a bus in Washington, DC. The bus had multiple compartments, like a train. I asked my family if the Soviet government really lived there, and they said “of course.” Then, because of dream logic, I was also on the bus, and Gorbachev said “we’re getting out of here” and it started moving. But we didn’t get very far before some soldiers stopped us. They told me, “if you’re a communist, you’ll be imprisoned or deported.” And was wondering where I would be deported to when the dream ended.

January 30, 2022

I was in some sort of public place and there were two girls about my age who were talking shit about trans women. They saw me and said “are you a man.” I ignored them and they roled their eyes. My mom came to pick me up and they said “is she man?” and I said “I’m trans, but she’s not.” They said “well, it’s obvious that you’re a man.”

September 3, 2020

I dreamed that my roommate had Covid.

August 29, 2020

I dreamed I went to visit a trans/third-gender Amish girl who was working in the fields uprooting plants. She said she was a Kathoey, (or something like that). She said that people like her pricked their fingers on a spinning wheel when they were young, which used to decide their “master” but now decides their husband. They all specialized in a craft. Hers was robotics, which she was allowed to do, but only with ethically-sourced parts. She said she had never had sex because the bishops were nervous about anal sex and disease spreading into their community, and she had to keep her sexuality on the down-low. I later told her on some kind of online forum that I wanted to go on a date. She LOLed at that but said she wanted to get married, depending on the quality of my health insurance.

The possibility of finding love seems so remote and so desirable that this ridiculous dream feels more realistic, and I was sad when I woke up and realize it was not real. There is not a third gender in Amish culture, and I will not be asking anyone for a date or marrying them. I’m too anxious to get close to anyone, and it’s not as if anyone would want a non-passing trans woman anyway.

August 17, 2020

I dreamed that I was trying to change the gender marker on my passport to F, so a cop groped me and then determined that I wasn’t female enough for it. However, he said I might be able to mark me as genderqueer, but he wasn’t sure what genderqueer people look like.

June 2, 2020

I dreamed that I was trying to board a plane, and the security officer said “Ma’am, there’s something wrong with your genitals. They’re hanging down in your pants,” then he took me aside and pulled down my pants. He looked surprised, and adjusted my tuck, and then let me go and board the plane.

May 19, 2020

I dreamed that I was at some sort of get-together with my family and a bunch of friends, and we were watching an incredibly long kid’s movie about mesoamerican civilization. Later I got into a relationship with the concertmaster from my junior high orchestra, who was also trans. She was much taller than me and picked me up so we could look at each other eye-to-eye.

Also, I went looking for some miniaturized compies of the state and federal constitutions, and did some kind of poetry that involved reversing the order of letters in words.

May 10, 2020

I dreamed that I was in Paris, and I had a partner-in-crime who was a French boy and also a Native American girl. We had a plot to steal all the garbage in a dumpster, and my rich grandfather said he’d give each of us $2000 if we did it (but if we didn’t it would go to charity). But to steal it, I had to leave my backpack that had my computer and all my money and clothes right by the dumpster while I left to have a car race with the valedictorian from my High School, so it ended up being stolen. Then We went to visit this cavern which was a Native American spiritual location, but had recently been turned into a mine because it contained red gems with gold dust on them. For some reason I was naked except for a pair of boy’s swimtrunks, which didn’t have pockets so I couldn’t smuggle out any gems. Eventually we snuck into the mine director’s house. It turned out that she was part of my extended family and there was a picture of her family together with mine. She was also a big disney fan and one floor of her house had nothing but Little Mermaid decorations. Then my partner and I had to get back to the dumpster real fast. In this dream, French people get around by sliding around on their tongues. But we had to go through this building at my university that was under construction, and all the gates were broken, so we had to go around the long way.

May 5, 2020

I’ve decided to merge my dreams journal into my diary. It’s not like anyone reads either of them. Dreams will be styled like this.

Last night’s dreams had a bunch of stuff:

May 2, 2020

I dreamed that I was trying to join the Knights Templar. To do it, I had to buy a sword, and to afford it, I would have to kill my rich grandfather for inheritance. I would also have to fool my French teacher for some reason, because I would need to drop out of French and switch into the Knights Templar course.

I was worried that they wouldn’t accept me because I’m a woman, but I learned that they took trans women, and for some reason I didn’t find this extremely offensive. I also learned that they already had a trans female member, who was an anime girl who had a very hissy voice.

April 30, 2020

I dreamed that I was asked to be a teacher’s assistant for Computer Graphics, but it was a problem because I wasn’t in school anymore.

April 29, 2020

I dreamed that my older brother came home, and my younger brother came out as trans, and we all got guns, but we had an argument about whether we should have more than one each—I said that we shouldn’t. My parents also realized that they couldn’t call us “the boys” anymore, so we tried to come up with a name for the three of us. I suggested “the squad,” but that suggestion wasn’t popular because we could be confused with Alexandria Occasio Cortez, Ilhan Omar, et. al.

I also had a separate dream that I don’t remember very clearly but which ended with a big reveal where the person killing everyone (or was it protecting everyone?) turned out to be Medusa in disguise, and she had some sympathetic motivation like trying to teach everyone some sort of lesson.

April 28, 2020

I don’t remember my dreams very often, but I’ve heard that recording them can make it easier as you go on. And I happen to remember last night’s dream, so let’s give this a try.

I dreamed that I was writing a review of Diary of a Wimpy Kid to post on Neocities. The contents of the review was pretty much the same as one that I wrote for my school’s library website back when I was part of the target demographic for those books. My main complaint was that with the sequels, Greg has been in middle school for at least four years, even though in the US, middle school usually only lasts three years.