To Find Him

I don’t care if it was just a dream. I need to find him again.

In the dream, I was walking down a street, one of those streets where the houses have no front gardens and people’s living-room windows are right there. Behind one of the windows, I heard someone crying.

I couldn’t see him because the curtains were closed, and I don’t remember much of what he said. But as I listened, I realised this was a young trans guy crying to his parents about his transition. About the years of pain he had to go through to make his female body look anything like the boy inside.

I walked away before I started crying with him, right there in the street. As I left, I heard him scream, ‘I wish it would just be OVER!’

All down the street I thought of him. I wanted to help, but there was nothing I could do. Except that -

except that this was a dream.

I’d been practising lucid dreaming. And in that moment, I went lucid. I realised I could do anything. I could change him in an instant, just by thinking of it. I could be the angel who made his wish come true. I turned round, and started running back down the street -

- and I woke up.

I don’t care if it was just a dream. I need to find him again.

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