*AN IMPORTANT NOTE*
I would like to point out two things before getting started with the recollection of the dream itself. First off, when I wrote this, I did it in a very "stream of consciousness" approach, trying to remain faithful to the context of it being an actual dream I had. This means that the plot points may have a slightly "disorganized" feel, and if that makes this journal particularly difficult to read, I apologize in advance. Second, a dream is your unconscious mind's way of communicating with your consciousness through symbolism. Having analyzed it already myself to a large degree, I would be happy to explain the symbolism further if you had any questions, but I would like to make something plain right now: just because I turn into a girl in this dream DOES NOT mean I want to change genders in real life. I am a heterosexual male, and proud of it. I love who I am in reality. Just like with any of my journals and works of writing, questions and discussions are welcome! Need clarification on anything? Want to talk about the symbolism or how the story hit you? No problem. That's why I'm here, and I don't judge, nor react harshly to constructive criticism. Speak your mind; my mind just spoke to me... ;)

-PART I-

It's late in the afternoon. I'm on campus. Being a dream, logic doesn't need to exist; external reality doesn't need to exist. Feelings are genuine and settings are the result of those feelings. Genuine feelings get expressed without opposition. I call that “dream logic”. Therefore, it's pitch dark outside, the dead of night in appearance, but it's actually the late afternoon. It's apparently how I wanted the late afternoon to look like in my dream. Dream logic.
SO...it's late in the afternoon, and I'm on my college campus and I think about the schedule I have for the rest of the day ahead of me. I think about the late night shift I have for the campus bus service, but that's a multitude of hours away from now. I'm relaxed because I feel I have plenty of time to kill beforehand. There's only one thing I need to worry about doing before that, and that is to take a final exam for one of my classes. Therefore, I decide to start walking over there, to the building where it's taking place. I'm taking my sweet time, pacing myself, and I arrive there no sweat. I go into the building and enter the classroom.
My professor and all of my classmates are there, also ready to start with the final. But something peculiar is going on: the professor is standing in the front of the class as usual, but the students are lined up in two lines, facing each other, so that the professor is between and at one end of them. This has me confused, but I decide to play along, figuring it's part of the assignment at hand. So I take my place in line, situated in the middle of the one on the left.
At this point, strange things begin to happen. Everybody begins talking to each other, but it's in some garbled form I can't identify. I am perplexed beyond belief; I am completely confused. All I know is that everyone else is doing what they should be, doing what is expected of them, but I cannot understand what is going on to save my life. Questions start firing off in my head: Why are all these people talking, carrying out conversations with one another? Why do all of these conversations seem haphazard yet following some sort of agenda that I'm oblivious to? This doesn't seem like a final in the traditional sense; why isn't everyone sitting down quietly with their pencils taking a test? Why am I not understanding a word anyone is saying? Why do I not understand what's going on? I start to feel awkward, isolated, vulnerable, maybe even afraid, intimidated. I'm down on myself because I always thought I was smart, and now I find myself in a situation in which I cannot comprehend what's going on around me no matter what I try and do. And because I don't feel I can play along with what everyone else is doing, I start to wonder how I look to them, what I represent to them, as one who is not talking like the rest, but simply standing in baffled bewilderment and hurtful confusion. Do I look like a rebel to them? An outcast? One who could be condemned for not conforming to the norms? Sure they're not saying anything that's indicative of feeling threatened by my presence, but is that what they're really feeling? They could be lying to me! They could lash out at me at any moment! I don't dare start talking to one of them! For one thing, they might view that as an interruption, and for another thing, I don't want to hurt their feelings by being a potential intrusion on their lives. I really wish I knew what was going on right now!! All in all, I'm afraid and vulnerable, too afraid to initiate something like talking to one of them. I feel like a helpless child, in need of some common ground and support, and can't find any, no matter where I look.
Finally, I make a decision about what to do. Full of emotional-driven power, I decide to transform, my thinking being that if they don't acknowledge me now, maybe they'll acknowledge me for my true self, that which I have been hiding from everyday people for as far back as I can remember. I can't sit still anymore. The thought is driving me crazy. I want my presence to be known. My body starts to levitate off the ground a foot or so and I suddenly get covered in white light. And in a blinding flash, I transform into a female furry. Startled, all anyone else can do is stare in awe at the sight that's spontaneously appeared before them. My new body falls to the floor, unconscious, landing forward so that I'm lying in the middle of the room, for all the world to see. Everyone in the room can look at who I really am, and I don't care anymore. I'm unconscious and immobile; whatever happens next is how the world will treat me...


-PART II-

Slowly, I'm starting to come to. I hear water, flowing water, all around me. And I feel the gentle pull of warm turbulence. Am I in a river? Reluctantly, I open my eyes and find myself floating downstream in a river. The water was flowing rather rapidly; not rapidly enough to put me in danger, but certainly quickly enough to be carrying me somewhere far away from where I was before. I'm in a warm jungle. The water is comfortably warm, warm enough to the point where I feel like I could stay in it all day and not get cold. But I know that's far from my best interest right now. Right now, the most important thing for me to do is to get my bearings. And that means swimming out of the river.
I do so, and wind up on the shore at the edge of a massive pasture; the entrance to a vast grassland. Something about the terrain and the trees strikes me as familiar, and then it hits me: Am I in Africa? Apparently, those classmates felt I was better off banished somewhere in the wilderness. Get rid of the heretic. Out of sight, out of mind. But I didn't care anymore. Fuck 'em. They weren't my problem anyway if they weren't going to love me for who I am. And right now, I was too busy reveling in my new body anyway. Those feelings didn't last long though, for I knew that acceptance and a supportive environment are always better. That's just difficult to find in a superficial world. So as I was drying my fur off, my head was hanging low, both at the smack to the face I got from society, and the knowledge that even deeper down, I still had a lot of work to do. For instance, determining which way to go now. As my mind was beginning to ponder that, I noticed my new breasts in my field of vision, and giggled with a guilty form of triumph. That's when I looked up and noticed a couple of people, far off, walking away from me into the fields. They didn't see me, but dare I ask them for help? Nah. This is my burden to bear alone. Talking to them would only distract me from my decision-making process of whether to head back to the life I had before, or just to stay in the fields and live in the wilderness, free of conformity pressure, free of society, but also, deprived of the resources I had in the life I already knew.
But truth is, I already knew what I wanted to do. I needed to head back. I was given a chance to live in what some people would call paradise, and I turned it down. I won't succumb to it. Life is too precious to waste. Life is too precious to waste time spinning my wheels idle, feeling sorry for myself. I love myself too much to condescend to something like that. Hard society or no hard society, I was going back. I chuckled to myself and said something like, “you made a nice choice. This is fun!” Obviously I was just indulging myself, listening to my new, high-pitched female voice emanate gently from inside me. Confident, assured, I started walking back to the river and jungle, to find a way out and back home. For better or worse; I knew it wouldn't be an easy journey, but it's what I wanted to do in my heart, and therefore, no matter the pain that was in store for me, I knew I was on the right path.

-THE END-