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I think last night I had a dream where I died and was reborn into a new body, a new life.
One where I was a girl in an estrogen dominant body, where I was happier and had more friends stay. One where I was a happier me in a life where I was who I've been dying to become sooner rather than later. It felt like blissful joy. A life so close to my hopes, yet so disconnected by the space that weaves in between this reality and the next. It's a bit saddening, having those slumbering moments as the girl who I want to be in a body I enjoyed, though now I am back to earth, in the body I've been cursing for maybe 3 years now.
Sometimes I wish I could detach from this physical coil and drift off indefinitely within my dreams and exist free of charge, but I know I'd miss too many things to stay.