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egypturnashI was... Kelvin. My male crossdressing raccoon character. Or rather, I was the boy I used to be, dressed in drag, pretty sure it was in the context of dressing up as that muck character. Ashy was in it too. She was costumed as Mnemora and Arial. Yes, two of her. Only one mind, though. It was weird. There was someone else, too, someone female. Or mostly female, at least. And some guy who was driving, but he vanished.
We went to this club. We'd been there before. It was imposing - you got in by driving up to this big door, that slid to one side, revealing another door that slid in a different direction; there were about four or five doors that opened in rapid succession like this, then you drove your car into what turned out to be an elevator. And just kinda left the car there. I don't know what happened to the car.
We were wandering around the place and we ended up at the dance floor, which was crowded, full of dangerous people (or people pretending to be dangerous), and was multileveled - lots of broad steps. It was hanging above a precipitous drop, with only old thin wooden bannisters to keep you safe. The crowd was dangerous-but-mostly-not-using-it. Kinda like the population of most mucks - lots of characters who could rip your throat out, but won't. Monsters and vampires and alien warlords and goths and stuff. It was like a goth club kinda designed after the backgrounds from the UPA adaptation of The Tell-Tale Heart, I guess.
The crowd started clearing out suddenly when the girl we'd come with (I think) got into the sound system and started improvising noise music. It was too much for most people; about four or five people danced to it, including myself. Unfortunately, I can't dance, iRL or in dreams, so I felt a little stupid about it on some levels, but I didn't care, I was having fun. I was dancing to rhythmic, horrible noise. And I was a boy in drag and it didn't matter.
Then there was something about sitting on the railings while stuff was being thrown about, artsy junk conceptual stuff. Then I drifted awake, said 'huh', went to pee and take my estradiol pill, and started writing this.
I think this is the first time in a while I've been male in a dream. Maybe it's related to me going out yesterday dressed a little too girly for the fact that I forgot to shave, and getting some "What the hell is THAT" commenting from people I passed. Which is scary.
Also, getting to the club involved driving on comedically high highways through a city, and going down a precarious-feeling spiral ramp from the freeway to street level. This has appeared in a dream before, which is rare. Though it was going down to a high-rise where Bad Shit happened, before.
We went to this club. We'd been there before. It was imposing - you got in by driving up to this big door, that slid to one side, revealing another door that slid in a different direction; there were about four or five doors that opened in rapid succession like this, then you drove your car into what turned out to be an elevator. And just kinda left the car there. I don't know what happened to the car.
We were wandering around the place and we ended up at the dance floor, which was crowded, full of dangerous people (or people pretending to be dangerous), and was multileveled - lots of broad steps. It was hanging above a precipitous drop, with only old thin wooden bannisters to keep you safe. The crowd was dangerous-but-mostly-not-using-it. Kinda like the population of most mucks - lots of characters who could rip your throat out, but won't. Monsters and vampires and alien warlords and goths and stuff. It was like a goth club kinda designed after the backgrounds from the UPA adaptation of The Tell-Tale Heart, I guess.
The crowd started clearing out suddenly when the girl we'd come with (I think) got into the sound system and started improvising noise music. It was too much for most people; about four or five people danced to it, including myself. Unfortunately, I can't dance, iRL or in dreams, so I felt a little stupid about it on some levels, but I didn't care, I was having fun. I was dancing to rhythmic, horrible noise. And I was a boy in drag and it didn't matter.
Then there was something about sitting on the railings while stuff was being thrown about, artsy junk conceptual stuff. Then I drifted awake, said 'huh', went to pee and take my estradiol pill, and started writing this.
I think this is the first time in a while I've been male in a dream. Maybe it's related to me going out yesterday dressed a little too girly for the fact that I forgot to shave, and getting some "What the hell is THAT" commenting from people I passed. Which is scary.
Also, getting to the club involved driving on comedically high highways through a city, and going down a precarious-feeling spiral ramp from the freeway to street level. This has appeared in a dream before, which is rare. Though it was going down to a high-rise where Bad Shit happened, before.
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Date: 2004-05-05 11:17 am (UTC)Strangely, I had a dream about shaving.
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Date: 2004-05-05 02:45 pm (UTC)Anyhow, at some point in the dream I noticed the 'addition' but only found it odd, while still in the dream, that I was my character and in anthro format. Hehe, I didn't really care too much at the time though. ^__^
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Date: 2004-05-05 03:06 pm (UTC)For me, gender in dreams is a weird thing. I mostly seem to have switched to dreaming myself female, when it matters, which I take as a sign that my self-image has shifted. So dreaming about me, as the character I used for some of the experimenting with "am I a CD? will that be enough to express my femininity? No? Am I something stranger?" kinds of things, clearly as a boy in a dress, is... weird.
As was seeing two Ashys dressed as the prickvixens. That was weird too.
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Date: 2004-05-05 02:48 pm (UTC)I might have had a nightmare or two after that one halloween where I really did crossdress though. You've seen the pictures, you know why *chuckle*
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Date: 2004-06-07 02:33 am (UTC)