The category isssssssss dreaming. And dreaming big. I feel very lucky any morning where I’m able to remember my dreams. Sometimes, all I can recall is a hazy blur of symbols my subconscious created. Other times, I’ve lived a lifetime of adventure only to be bamf'ed back to my bed. Every so often, like finding a gold nugget in a shallow riverbed, I am able to control my environment a.k.a lucid dream.
My last gold-nugget memory was during a not-so-pleasant experience in a dream scenario. After nopeing out, I remember having trouble deciding what to do next. I decided to visit a utopian society. Somewhere in space—in my dreams—is a society where there aren’t any wars and gender-reveal parties happen when a child is ready to decide their own presentation.
I found myself in a cafeteria, filled with happy people—strangers. They were all talking to each other but when I walked into the room, they all seemed excited. There was an unspoken body language among everyone near me and I can tell: they all wanted me to sit with them. In the end, the person closest to me had an empty seat and offered me a spot in their friend group. They were excited to have a chance to share themselves with a new person.
In this utopia, dreaming big wasn’t getting the biggest house or having the best cheekbones. Everyone wanted a chance to share love and self-expression. Instead of asking, "what do you do for a living?", we asked (in the least corny way possible) "What have you discovered about yourself today? What wonders have you encountered in life? How have you chosen to express yourself today?"
Now, in the real world, when I dream big, I dream of finding ways to love and share wonderful experiences. Like a baby sharing a pacifier. Simply because they want to share the goodness they've found in their world. I hope you will too–share your pacifier.
The Trans Agenda is DREAMING OF UTOPIA