Melissa Jill
03-17-2012, 02:23 AM
I just want to say, I think dreams are just a random mish mash of stuff that have absolutely no meaning to them. But I found this dream to be rather interesting and to I related it to how Ive been feeling quite a bit lately (the details are quickly slipping away, and though I wrote some of them down, my pen was running out):
I was on holiday (thailand?) having a good time at the dock when some young adult male bit me on the forehead. It left a very visible and permanent scar/mark (his dad was trans and somehow this related to that and by me having the mark it made me trans, although I was already trans or something). I got very very very drunk to forget about it. I was having a good time with friends and some really fat ugly girl wanted me to have sex with her. To make sure I didnt do something I would regret the next morning I stumbled off to bed.
The next morning I was rushing around trying to find out from my friends if I had done anything stupid. They were very unwilling to talk. I checked over the obvious places of my body to look for tatoos or burns and stuff. Then I looked in the mirror and I saw it on my forehead. A deep line, with some dots either side from where I had been bitten.
I was absolutely furious, I had never been angrier and more upset. I had not chosen this, this wasn't some drunken tattoo that I had got because I thought it would be a laugh. This was forced upon me against my will by some scumbag and it would never go away. I cried, I broke a lot of stuff, but ultimately there was nothing I could do.
I reported it to the police and they caught the guy. His father made a statement on TV and though there was no English translation I was still furious. Having been trans already I knew that that was a shitty move by his kid, nobody should be forced to have this and live this way.
Later on a friend (girl I know in real life, rather attractive) came round to see me. She tried hitting on me, she reallly wanted to have sex with me. But she was absolutely hideous. Massively obese, teeth missing, saggy skin.
I was not attracted to her in anyway way at all, even though I fancied her and felt i should be able to.
In the end she just kissed me on the cheek and that was how it was left between us.
Then I woke up, scrambled to find some paper and a pen and wrote this.
I was on holiday (thailand?) having a good time at the dock when some young adult male bit me on the forehead. It left a very visible and permanent scar/mark (his dad was trans and somehow this related to that and by me having the mark it made me trans, although I was already trans or something). I got very very very drunk to forget about it. I was having a good time with friends and some really fat ugly girl wanted me to have sex with her. To make sure I didnt do something I would regret the next morning I stumbled off to bed.
The next morning I was rushing around trying to find out from my friends if I had done anything stupid. They were very unwilling to talk. I checked over the obvious places of my body to look for tatoos or burns and stuff. Then I looked in the mirror and I saw it on my forehead. A deep line, with some dots either side from where I had been bitten.
I was absolutely furious, I had never been angrier and more upset. I had not chosen this, this wasn't some drunken tattoo that I had got because I thought it would be a laugh. This was forced upon me against my will by some scumbag and it would never go away. I cried, I broke a lot of stuff, but ultimately there was nothing I could do.
I reported it to the police and they caught the guy. His father made a statement on TV and though there was no English translation I was still furious. Having been trans already I knew that that was a shitty move by his kid, nobody should be forced to have this and live this way.
Later on a friend (girl I know in real life, rather attractive) came round to see me. She tried hitting on me, she reallly wanted to have sex with me. But she was absolutely hideous. Massively obese, teeth missing, saggy skin.
I was not attracted to her in anyway way at all, even though I fancied her and felt i should be able to.
In the end she just kissed me on the cheek and that was how it was left between us.
Then I woke up, scrambled to find some paper and a pen and wrote this.