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Sounds like a fun dream. Most of the dreams I remember are the ones where I am looking for a bathroom and either can't find one or if I do find one, it is in public or people come in. Then I wake up and get up to answer the call my body is trying to tell me about. Last night I dreamed I was in a hospital to get some kind of surgery but wandered off to FIND A BATHROOM first. Some guy helped me find one but then once I sat down some people came in. I woke up and well, you know the rest. I'd much rather have a fun car dream. Or any other kind, for that matter.
 
Last night (after a bout of insomnia) I dreamt I was in college again, or back in, and I was invited to dinner by the roommates next door, one of whom I had met before, and the other I knew from them to be an excellent cook..

They were a pair of I guess "non-gender-conforming males" would be most accurate description. Very friendly, very close with each other physically - although not overtly sexual, I got the impression that they were romantically involved - and somewhat "traditionally effeminate" maybe even a tiny bit camp (? I'm probably saying this wrong) in manner/tone. Makeup in evidence, painted nails, the one I knew might have been a transwoman, but I don't think that the roommate was. They (the second) was genderfluid, maybe?

Anyway the topic of conversation rapidly became my sexuality (cishet genderboring, for which I almost felt like I had to apologize, just a bit), and then my wife's. I got the impression that they were politely but determinedly sounding me/us out with the possible intent of creating some kind of extended relationship between the four of us. I was saying something like "I would be willing to give a transwoman a try, but I really AM monogamous, but ok, she did once at least contemplate bringing in someone else, and yes, I did say I'd consider it but only if it was she who took the initiative, but that's REALLY unlike-"

And THEN... I got up, excused myself, and... segued directly into the goddamn bathroom dream. In mine, most of the toilets were broken, people were milling about, and I couldn't control the stream. *BLECH*

It was an interesting conversation, anyway.
 
Interesting. I thought "gender nonconforming" mostly referred to nonbinary folks (bigender, agender, genderqueer). I would put transgender in a separate category.
 
I had a dream I was a girl once.... A girl with rocket boosters on her feet and doing lots of karate kicks and punches then I woke up as boring old me.
 
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Interesting. I thought "gender nonconforming" mostly referred to nonbinary folks (bigender, agender, genderqueer). I would put transgender in a separate category.
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Like I said, I couldn't really make a determination, it was never directly stated by either of them even though it seemed like it was becoming "my business", but I have always been under the impression that "gender nonconforming" could also apply to anybody who wasn't behaving in ways (stereo)typically expected from their gender, but not neccessarily having anything to do with their gender or orientation.

So a male with stuff like painted fingernails, wearing pink, or who liked playing with Barbie dolls would be "gender nonconforming" even if they were cishet.

At least, that's been my assumption. Maybe there's another term for it?
 
He could be a gay male, if he's also attracted to other guys.

Transgender and cisgender refer to one's gender identity. Who's to say a man or a woman who identifies as such man or woman is "gender nonconforming" simply because of his, her, or their gender assignment at birth? As if there wasn't enough stigma on, or prejudice against transgender individuals, it would be insulting to point out their alleged "lack of conformity."

Your given example of a presumably heterosexual male who "acts female" may be a better representation of gender nonconforming, as it simply refers to one's gender expression.
 
Astronomer Dream

In October of 2019 I took up the hobby of amateur astronomy. Then the Covid-19 pandemic struck. To keep myself occupied I began to look through my photos and found weird objects and even letters. One night after looking through some of the back ground noise of my photos taken of various stars, I had two half and half dreams. A half and half dream is where you slowly drift into sleep and known that you are still awake yet sleeping. In the first dream a figure, in brilliant white appeared. The figure suddenly appeared and looked as if it was riding a bright lighting bolt that was going from left to right. The figure had explosive hair, similar to Einstein. The second dream was of golden shaped symbols, that looked like a language that I could not read and standard shapes that blinked in and out of the dream like fire flies.

I now know that both dreams were a result of increased chemicals in brain due to the stress and anxiety of the pandemic. For what ever reason, my dreaming center converted a painting I have on the wall into the form of a humanoid figure. The painting on the wall has a jagged stroke that could be a lightning bolt that runs parallel to the side of the painting. Above the lightning bolt is another stroke, coming from the left as well that turns into a yellow sun with explosive rays or Einstein's hair on the figure. Both parts of the painting are situated between two mountain tops in the valley.

The second dream might have been my dream center converting the odd shapes and symbols that I had seen in the photos I had looked at earlier in the night, into the weird alien looking language.
 
Ah, the early days of the Coronavirus. One year later and it has claimed the lives of a quarter million people in the U.S.
 
Last night I dreamed that my change jar (money coins for our younger members who might not have encountered change, ask your parents if need be) was the size of my two-story house. I was taking it to my bank to be counted in those machines, but it was so large that it had to be air lifted by helicopter. Once the machine counted my bazillion coins, I recieved a recipt for $2.82. The way my luck runs, that's probably how much I really have in there, but it seems much much more.
 
I had another weird dream. Rocket girl was back only she had longer boots and the rockets were more powerful...
Why me having dreams I am a rocket girl? Not that I minded in another universe I probably am.
 
Last night I dreamed I was making some kind of bricks. I had silicone type molds and was pouring something that looked like pink bubblegum colored taffy into the molds. What that was for, I have no idea, but it was very serious business. At least there was no bathroom trip involved.
 
I had another hollywood dream, and I was with Ava Gardner again..... We went to a very fancy soiree and I found out that I was only there because I had a time machine, and those last two times I was with her was because of the time machine too, she hid it the first two times in a sitting room. It was a fancy chair with buttons and dials.

Anyway we went to the party and someone, I think Cary Grant insulted her so I decked him. She pashed me on a a balcony and I went back to my own time and then I woke up. The first time I have had a dream finish
 
I dreamed that I was in a sci-fi setting. I was in some kind of space navy, and on a planet-side mission with some of my fellow crew members, and we were hiding behind rocks and shooting our laser guns at aliens who were coming toward us. They looked like a cross between Romulans and Jem'Hadar, with angular uniforms like TNG Romulans. I hit one of the aliens in the chest with green laser bolts from my weapon, and he hit the ground. But then everybody started panicking, including the enemy aliens as well as my own crewmates.

A couple of my crewmates rushed to the fallen enemy alien's aid. It turned out that this was all just a play-acting simulation, and I had accidentally hurt one of the actors really badly because I thought everything was real, so I was fighting like I meant it. So why did they give me a 'live' weapon? :eek:

Kor
 
Kor said:
I dreamed that I was in a sci-fi setting. I was in some kind of space navy, and on a planet-side mission with some of my fellow crew members, and we were hiding behind rocks and shooting our laser guns at aliens who were coming toward us. They looked like a cross between Romulans and Jem'Hadar, with angular uniforms like TNG Romulans. I hit one of the aliens in the chest with green laser bolts from my weapon, and he hit the ground. But then everybody started panicking, including the enemy aliens as well as my own crewmates.

A couple of my crewmates rushed to the fallen enemy alien's aid. It turned out that this was all just a play-acting simulation, and I had accidentally hurt one of the actors really badly because I thought everything was real, so I was fighting like I meant it. So why did they give me a 'live' weapon? :eek:

Kor
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See you should have written for Star Trek this would have made for a fantastic drama episode.
 
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I dreamed I was at a Boy Scout camp, in a cabin waiting for a troop to arrive for a slide show I was putting on (for some kind of Space Knowledge merit badge.) Suddenly there was a BOOM, and I went blind, feeling my way around the room past the desks and through the door, I could hear the voices of the scouts calling out to me, guiding me to them (so they could see, I guess). I regained my vision out in the open, and I saw that knife-shaped spaceships were cruising slowly and silently through the sky, and people - including some scouts - were suddenly drifting into the air. I remember two boys held on to each other when they were floating, and caught themselves in some phone lines (not live electrical wires, nobody got cooked.)

Then I saw a Scoutmaster yelling at this thing that looked like a 12-foot-long, very thin cannon on two small wheels. It muttered something in English, then promptly turned and blasted him away into the distance (force beam?). I said something to it along the lines of "I find you fascinating, please explain what you are doing." and it replied "did you not learn from the lesson of the other?" so I said "fine, if you don't want to talk to me I will respect your wishes..." it started to roll away. "...but now I'm just going to kill you." Then I reached out my hand and closed it, imagining the cannon-thing being crushed between my fingers, and it folded in on itself like it was made of nothing more than paper. Then I woke up.
 
Doom Shepherd said:
I dreamed I was at a Boy Scout camp, in a cabin waiting for a troop to arrive for a slide show I was putting on (for some kind of Space Knowledge merit badge.) Suddenly there was a BOOM, and I went blind, feeling my way around the room past the desks and through the door, I could hear the voices of the scouts calling out to me, guiding me to them (so they could see, I guess). I regained my vision out in the open, and I saw that knife-shaped spaceships were cruising slowly and silently through the sky, and people - including some scouts - were suddenly drifting into the air. I remember two boys held on to each other when they were floating, and caught themselves in some phone lines (not live electrical wires, nobody got cooked.)

Then I saw a Scoutmaster yelling at this thing that looked like a 12-foot-long, very thin cannon on two small wheels. It muttered something in English, then promptly turned and blasted him away into the distance (force beam?). I said something to it along the lines of "I find you fascinating, please explain what you are doing." and it replied "did you not learn from the lesson of the other?" so I said "fine, if you don't want to talk to me I will respect your wishes..." it started to roll away. "...but now I'm just going to kill you." Then I reached out my hand and closed it, imagining the cannon-thing being crushed between my fingers, and it folded in on itself like it was made of nothing more than paper. Then I woke up.
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Force user confirmed :)
 
Like watching it all from a helicopter, I was far above a ridge, an area in the foothills of the Smokies not far from where I grew up. A house was lumbering across a ridge as fast as its foundation would allow it to. It looked like an old farm house. It flexed and moved like some kind of bovine thing. I accepted this in the the dream. Houses just moved like that. It was fleeing plants that grew after it in a wave. They finally caught it and pulled it down. Ivy and kudzu and weeds just tore through it and held it down. the house died and turned to dust. I did not feel much emotion over it, just a little sad. Things like that happen to houses all the time. Nothing lasts.

I know why i dreamed it, but I would like to stop having those dreams.
 
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