A big life change

I had received some kind of award from my youngest cousin's high school so I was at the ceremony where they were presenting me with two plaques. I went to the balcony at the back of the auditorium and saw a friend polishing the plaques, and I told this person I needed to talk to them about something important: I had decided that I was tired of being a man trapped in a woman's body so I was going to transition to being a man. My friend looked at me in shock not because I was feeling this way but rather because I was going to go through with the transition. People were starting to fill the auditorium below us as we talked about the possible bumps in the road I could encounter on this journey but I asked for support and my friend willingly provided it.

I was back at my house, babysitting the kids I'd watched since they were babies; I was prepared for their parents to fire me when they got home, so I was nervous and distracted when the kids asked me to play basketball with them. We were outside, in a cul-de-sac (a different one than next to my house in real life), when some other neighbors came up to me and shook my hand, wishing me luck in my transition. I was stunned that they were so positive, but I was even more stunned as the crowd of people coming to me in support grew so large that there was no room for the kids to play basketball anymore. Finally their parents arrived, and I was pleasantly surprised that they offered their support, too. Finally, my parents arrived (they looked nothing like my parents do in real life) and put their arms around me. As a hush spread over the crowd, they began to thank everyone for showing such tremendous encouragement and support to me during this time.

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I have a big fat celebrity crush on Dave Grohl

Last night I had another dream about Dave Grohl from the Foo Fighters. I was helping the band put on a concert in a super small venue, and I had to set up all the electrical equipment for them to perform. Dave came over to me, shaking his floppy hair, and told me he was thinking about giving himself a hair cut before they took the stage. I was so star-struck - even though I knew him well since this wasn't the first show I'd helped them with - I just nodded and smiled at him. He laughed and winked at me, then walked back to where the rest of the band was setting up their instruments. I got back to work, but after a short period of time I noticed that fans had started arriving and were making a ton of noise, trying to get in to the standing room only venue. I went over to Dave to ask if they were ready to start letting people in; I had to walk through closed doors to get to him, though, and on the other side were fans that the band presumably had let in. I demanded to know why, and Dave - with a shaved head, now - explained that these fans had paid for VIP tickets and therefore were granted early admittance to the show. I hadn't known that that was an option, so I sighed in annoyance because I thought I should have; Dave smiled at me and said that everything was fine. I smiled back and he winked at me. Before I said or did anything stupid, I turned around and walked back to where the equipment was, passing a tall, cast iron sculpture of a long-eared bunny sitting on a wood cabinet by the doors.

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