Not measured in Earth years!
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Some of my dreams are basically feature-length movies and some of the characters are very obvious tropes with their genders assigned by those tropes (or in some cases, are played by real-world actors). I would think that kind of dream is correlated with being a writer - no speculation on which way that causality runs. But yeah, being trans I don’t know. While dreams like that are more common than transgender people, they might not be more common than people who aren’t all that attached to their assigned gender.
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This was bouncing around the interwebs a few years ago:
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I picked late teens (based on second question). As described in the article @smulder linked, it was a time of many firsts. Exploring, meeting a variety of people, trying new things, finding out who I really was. (For me, it was teens instead of 20-30) But also, it was a time with lots of freedom and energy, and relatively little responsibility. I didn’t have much wealth, but I sure enjoyed what I had. And there was so much potential for the future.
Funny thing I remember from being a kid - looking at the clothes my older relatives wore and guessing when they hit their peak. Because they seemed to stick with clothes/styles from that time. And yes, I still like my slashed up jeans, concert tees, and leather jackets. No more long hair though.
I don’t know about dream age, not something I ever thought of before, but now I’m curious, so I’ll pay more attention.
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I am myself in years and in personage. The coat I wear appears on me in my dreams and must be hung up at the threshold, near the fire, to dry before I don it to venture outside again. I am still the same person as I was when I was five. Maybe four. The quality of my thoughts is the same, the content differs. So I am also just as old as I am. Progressively gaining new perspective on the thing that I am.
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8, going on 70.
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Very eloquently put. That sounds like something Neil Gaiman might write. 
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I remember deciding, on my seventh birthday, that I didn’t want to get any older. The intervening decades have done nothing to persuade me that wasn’t a good plan. I also wish that I had managed to follow my childhood dream, which was to hide behind the sofa reading Asterix books and eating Ovaltine out the tin with a spoon.
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presumably 15
(not to make fun of her, I think the story of her life is sad)
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It’s an interesting question. I’ve found I’ve enjoyed getting older. I like myself more, understand myself more. But when I think about what I feel, it’s closer to early 20s (I’m 30). Part of me feels like I’ve been behind my peers in many ways, so maybe that’s why I feel younger.
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