Not measured in Earth years!
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 donāt know. While dreams like that are more common than transgender people, they might not be more common than people who arenāt all that attached to their assigned gender.
This was bouncing around the interwebs a few years ago:
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 didnāt 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 donāt know about dream age, not something I ever thought of before, but now Iām curious, so Iāll pay more attention.
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.
8, going on 70.
Very eloquently put. That sounds like something Neil Gaiman might write.
I remember deciding, on my seventh birthday, that I didnāt want to get any older. The intervening decades have done nothing to persuade me that wasnāt 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.
presumably 15
(not to make fun of her, I think the story of her life is sad)
Itās an interesting question. Iāve found Iāve enjoyed getting older. I like myself more, understand myself more. But when I think about what I feel, itās closer to early 20s (Iām 30). Part of me feels like Iāve been behind my peers in many ways, so maybe thatās why I feel younger.
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