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♪ Dream Journal 4/7/2022 ♪
3 years ago
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ I was Cali in this dream, and for some reason Circe and I were In school together. Weather we were students or not I couldn't say, but the entire dream revolved around this school.
Anyway, I think it was the first day and we all were getting shown around campus except the campus was less of a single building and more of an entire small town. It was like half beach half heavy wooded forest area. A lot of the beach side areas were a big open plaza with tons of shops and stuff. That's where I encountered my first trial.
So like, Cali is trans. And for some reason we were forced to pal around with these tough jock type guys and I really wanted to I guess prove myself to them? Like they kept commenting on how thin and weak and small I was and Circe kept telling me it was okay and not to let it get to me. But I was determined.
So we're walking through this city on a tour when I encounter some older woman with a child. She desperately needed to get this child home to it's parents (I'm assuming she was a grandparent by her age) but they were in the upper part of town and she couldn't get there being all old and infirm. By upper part of town I do mean upper. Like, half the town was on a small cliff that abruptly jetted upwards and there was no way up except to climb. So I took the child and told her I'd handle it and then like in sonic adventure two I grabbed onto a pole and started spinning until I had enough momentum to leap off and jet upwards. I got the kid back, Circe was happy I cared enough to help, and all the jock type guys were like begrudgingly impressed. Also it doesn't really matter but I do want to mention the fact one of the jocks was a lizardfolk. Big ol gree scaley boy
The next trial was a trial of strength. Once at the school we found these people trying to move some heavy tarps and fabrics. The jocks were just upset because these tarps had been set up on the track and they wanted to use the track and an argument broke out. I hate arguing so I started to pick up all the fabrics and tarps and sling them under my arms. You know when you're trying to take all the groceries in in one load or trying to take a massive wad of laundry to the washer? It was like that. Like the tarps were under my arms and I had to constantly put them down and reshape them to be more manageable, and I had to use my legs/hips to like push the fabric back up if it was falling down. It was a whole thing and I looked ridiculous but I was the only one willing to do this. Once again Circe was happy I cared enough to help
So I took the fabric inside the school and I did this alone. While inside I ran into who I assumed to be the P.E. coach who saw me finish carrying the heavy tarps and asked if I could help him carry some stuff outside. I asked what and he told me it was just some towels for today's class. APPARENTLY the tarp wasn't just a tarp, it was a pool cover. The pool was inside the track loop a fair way and I just hadn't noticed. Today's lesson was going to be swimming, and GUESS WHAT Cali doesn't like taking his shirt off in front of people. Not only does he have surgery scars, but he also has gnarly battle scars that uhh... Tend to freak people out. Like, the poor trans boy is still self conscious about taking his shirt off. And now I'm freaking out because I'm Cali in the dream and I do NOT want to get changed or go swimming in front of these jocks. But I help carry the towels anyway because I'm nice and I can't really say no to someone above me.
When I get back to the track all the guys have their swimsuits on. Circe does as well, and the first thing she did was run over to me and show it off. It was this like sparkly red one piece suit with a VERY low back and like the elaborate woven straps that are impossible to deal with after you take it off. It was super cute on her and she was asking how she looked and, obviously, I told her she looked good. But then I started to panic saying I didn't want to swim in front of these guys and I didn't want to get changed and blah blah blah. I think the last trial was a test of will or something, I don't know. But Circe kept telling me it was ok and if I really wanted to prove myself to these guys I should just show off my scars. They're dumb jocks, they wont be able to tell they're from top surgery. They'll just see scars and go "dude, sick! Battle scars!!!". I was not convinced, and the dream ended with me and her sitting on the grass near the track talking about what to do next
Anyway, I think it was the first day and we all were getting shown around campus except the campus was less of a single building and more of an entire small town. It was like half beach half heavy wooded forest area. A lot of the beach side areas were a big open plaza with tons of shops and stuff. That's where I encountered my first trial.
So like, Cali is trans. And for some reason we were forced to pal around with these tough jock type guys and I really wanted to I guess prove myself to them? Like they kept commenting on how thin and weak and small I was and Circe kept telling me it was okay and not to let it get to me. But I was determined.
So we're walking through this city on a tour when I encounter some older woman with a child. She desperately needed to get this child home to it's parents (I'm assuming she was a grandparent by her age) but they were in the upper part of town and she couldn't get there being all old and infirm. By upper part of town I do mean upper. Like, half the town was on a small cliff that abruptly jetted upwards and there was no way up except to climb. So I took the child and told her I'd handle it and then like in sonic adventure two I grabbed onto a pole and started spinning until I had enough momentum to leap off and jet upwards. I got the kid back, Circe was happy I cared enough to help, and all the jock type guys were like begrudgingly impressed. Also it doesn't really matter but I do want to mention the fact one of the jocks was a lizardfolk. Big ol gree scaley boy
The next trial was a trial of strength. Once at the school we found these people trying to move some heavy tarps and fabrics. The jocks were just upset because these tarps had been set up on the track and they wanted to use the track and an argument broke out. I hate arguing so I started to pick up all the fabrics and tarps and sling them under my arms. You know when you're trying to take all the groceries in in one load or trying to take a massive wad of laundry to the washer? It was like that. Like the tarps were under my arms and I had to constantly put them down and reshape them to be more manageable, and I had to use my legs/hips to like push the fabric back up if it was falling down. It was a whole thing and I looked ridiculous but I was the only one willing to do this. Once again Circe was happy I cared enough to help
So I took the fabric inside the school and I did this alone. While inside I ran into who I assumed to be the P.E. coach who saw me finish carrying the heavy tarps and asked if I could help him carry some stuff outside. I asked what and he told me it was just some towels for today's class. APPARENTLY the tarp wasn't just a tarp, it was a pool cover. The pool was inside the track loop a fair way and I just hadn't noticed. Today's lesson was going to be swimming, and GUESS WHAT Cali doesn't like taking his shirt off in front of people. Not only does he have surgery scars, but he also has gnarly battle scars that uhh... Tend to freak people out. Like, the poor trans boy is still self conscious about taking his shirt off. And now I'm freaking out because I'm Cali in the dream and I do NOT want to get changed or go swimming in front of these jocks. But I help carry the towels anyway because I'm nice and I can't really say no to someone above me.
When I get back to the track all the guys have their swimsuits on. Circe does as well, and the first thing she did was run over to me and show it off. It was this like sparkly red one piece suit with a VERY low back and like the elaborate woven straps that are impossible to deal with after you take it off. It was super cute on her and she was asking how she looked and, obviously, I told her she looked good. But then I started to panic saying I didn't want to swim in front of these guys and I didn't want to get changed and blah blah blah. I think the last trial was a test of will or something, I don't know. But Circe kept telling me it was ok and if I really wanted to prove myself to these guys I should just show off my scars. They're dumb jocks, they wont be able to tell they're from top surgery. They'll just see scars and go "dude, sick! Battle scars!!!". I was not convinced, and the dream ended with me and her sitting on the grass near the track talking about what to do next
