I had a dream some time ago that caused me to be very happy & at peace.
Though, I dearly desire to transition (mtf) in this dream I was a child whose identity was androgynous, but just on the edge of puberty.
I was nude, in a massive gardened parades. The weather was a perpetual spring & the primary features of the garden was a large walled maze of honeysuckle vines in full bloom. I could smell them, & feel the warm of the sun on my bare skin. I looked down, noticing I was nude, but couldn’t make out any genitalia. All I was faced with was a blank blurriness of any primary sex characteristics. There were other children, of different ages, each nude, like me, though their genders were quite clear. My hair was to my shoulders, & sandy, like I had wanted it when I was a child.
All around me came the sounds of children’s laughter & mirth, at play. It wasn’t of a mocking tone, but of play & joy.
I walked with a young girl, who seemed to be broad shouldered & strongly built, but her face was hidden from me, like my genitals. She, like all of us, struck me as being beautiful. She spoke in an ambiguous tone, & called me by a name which I could not make out. But, I knew that I knew it, somehow. She was still young but in the early stages of puberty. I recall her breast, small buds, about an A cup, & her skin a native bronze of Native American bloodline. Her hair was a dark Auburn, like mine gets in the winter.
She called me over to an old greek stone fountain where fairies flew to & from, kissing our cheeks & tickling us with their laughter & joy which spilled from them through their light.
The fountain was a spring that was little more than a dark stone, shell basin with the water bubbling from the mouth of a sitars head which was nearly over grown with lush, full leaves if Ivy. The water spilled from the sitars mouth, into the basin, where it over flowed into a reflecting pool lined with smooth white stones which reminded me of stars. About the fountains base, bathed starlings… which I became fond of about the age of 12 when I raised one which my sisters had rescued from the cat, after it’s nest had fallen from the tree in our front yard.
We drank from the pool, but before I could take a sip, having cupped it in my hands, I woke up.
Analyse away people: I’m interested in seeing what turns up.
Side note: I ended up choosing my name, “Bellamy Harper Wren” not too long after. The name “Bellamy” just felt like, & turns out can be used for either boys or girls… And though it has roots in Irish, Scottish & Scandinavian cultures, it’s meaning in French is “fair friend”. It just felt right before I found out anything about its origin & meaning. My heritage is Irish, German, Scottish, French, Scandinavian, & Native American.