I dreamed my sister had a black dog, like the one we had when we were younger, Katja. I dreamed someone was getting married, a thin blonde white woman, she was in a stunning, cinched dress, material clinging and then cascading, her hair up in long tight ringlets, she was frustrated with how tight they still were, she wanted them to loosen, she bounded up to the window, the mirror, she bounded up and then kept flipping her head over and back up, over and back up, then she would shake her head in the mirror, she wanted the curls to come loose, not look so tight and obvious. All the women around her wanted to help, but she was a whirlwind of energy all alone in the middle. There was more to the dream. Sarah wanted the dog to come sit with her — mom was there, too. We were all staying someplace, like guests at a hotel or a rented house or someplace not our home.
I dreamed of a gathering of transfolks, like a community center sort of meeting, and Fresh and I were rushing through for something, we stopped to get water, during the meeting, and maybe Fresh had to check in with someone, and I was alone, the only cis person with there I think, during the drop in casual support space, and I was talking about how going to wedding is so frustrating because it’s broken down, split into genders, just 2, and I wanted that to change, to open.