We dreamt last night, and while the dream was good and REM sleep and interesting, what bolted us up out of bed to type this up is that we realized the entire dream, we were A PRINCESS!!

This was the first time we'd ever dreamed that we were feminine. We don't put much stock in dreams but we're so giddy about this.

On to the story of the dream:

We are a princess, and there have been many adventures to gather heroes and folk together to find an ancestor and a magical book. But among my retinue is an evil dragon, shapeshifted into a handsome princely hero, who when he gets the book becomes an evil god-tyrant. The ancestor and the book are discovered to be at the top of a mountain and there are many traps and contraptions to get there; and each time we go up, or send our heroes up, the dragon ultimately gets there first, gets the book, ascends.... and we restart. We try again, aware now of his plots and plans, but fail each time as he gets there first. Outing him is unwise as he just kills us all and gets it anyway.

Until the last iteration of the dream. We realize there is a great, great tall massive building in the distance taller than the small mountain. We point it out to him and mention that it's possible one could glide down from it to land atop the mountain. The dragon prince marches out immediately to there, which buys us some time. We set our retinue of heroes to go up the mountain, while we ourselves... go sit down for a royal lunch at a table with the king and queen and our extended family while servants give us fancy delicious foods. And while sitting, we look down, look around, and realize we're a princess and we have a dress and everyone is treating us so kindly as a girl. We ask about the ancestor atop the mountain to start the table's conversation and...then have this realization, bolt up, and type this.

Gods, accepting ourselves as trans instead of fighting to be both herm and male at the same time, it's a fucking trip.