Funny, but it wasn't until recently I remembered a dream I'd had a long time ago, when I was about eight years old, still going to primary school and living in Perth.
It happened just after a sports day at Perry Lakes.
Now of course I hated sports at school, and especially, I hated school sports days. I was bored shitless by them.
I'd had to stand on the bus coming there, so I thought I'd wait at the gates to be the first on them when we returned to school.
And I waited, and waited.
No buses, no other kids. I started to get worried.
What I hadn't known, w as that the buses had left from a different gate from the one's they'd arrived at.
I was lucky - some transport officials found me and gave me a lift home.
That night I had a dream...
In the dream I'm on a bush road and have no idea where I am.
Then a car comes along the road -- it's a Vanguard, just like my dad used to own.
SAY - YOU LOOK LOST.
There was a beautiful lady driving it. Although I was scared about
being lost, I wasn't scared of her.
She offered me a lift.
This was way back in the 1960s, and although "stranger danger" hadn't been thought of yet, commonsense was that you didn't get into cars with strangers.
But this was a dream, and t seemed alright to do so.
I'LL GIVE YOU A LIFT HOME
We talked a lot while she drove.
She told me how it was OK to be me, and if sometimes I felt lost of
confused, that this was OK too, because I would always feel that
way.
She also said that if I ever felt really really confused, or so lost
that I'd never find my way home, that she's always be there to
help me.
The lady seemed really nice and caring and reminded me of my mother.
There were two large cats in the back of the car, but in the dream it seemed normal, and they seemed kind of cute. I wasn't afraid of them because She was there too.
HERE WE ARE DEAR -- HOME.
It felt really good to be home. She gave me a kiss and I was able to
pat both the cats before I got out.
I felt very pleased with myself, and somehow special.
And then she drove off and that was the end of the dream...
...or almost.
When I looked at myself I noticed that I'd changed from being a
boy to a girl.
The thing was, this didn't feel strange or odd, it felt just
right.
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