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I calmed down. My ████ agreed to give me the day off in order to rest. I wasnt fit to work anyway, being so close to breaking down at any moment during a call would have been extremely hard for me to deal with.

But now that I think of it, they were two parts in that dream. The usual duality of the ███ and Moon. What made me cry ? The fact that in that dream, I was active, surrounded by people who cared about me and who saw me for who I was ? Or was it the part where I didnt have fear. Didnt have doubts. Where i wasnt double-guessing myself constantly. A me without █████ surrounding myself from the outside world. A me being me, rather than a ████████ pretending.

I was at school. A more japanese-styled school, but everyone were european. I was with an old friend, █████ in class.

I was me. A transgender girl, enjoying life. I was talking with others without fearing being hurt. I was opening up and letting out my opinions, feelings, and jokes without friction, without a single wall to stop me.

We then had PE and pool. No issues. People saw me for who I was and accepted me. Swimming, showering, showing the imperfect curve of my dream body.