[09:03] People were moving into the empty flat downstairs and I went out onto the porch to see who it was. I heard them talk about me being trans and I didnt know which way they were going to jump on that, so I hid in my room, which was the same room from that dream i had in October, only no boyfriend this time and it wasn't across from a motel carpark. This time, Queen music was playing on repeat. I was concerned about people looking in and seeing me through the gaps in my curtains, and there was a group of kids outside who I was sure were going to do that, so I hid between the bed and the wall. They all looked in and saw me there, but something I did scared them off. My room turned into a restaurant where I was working, but it felt less like a real job than a game of pretend that I was playing on the Enterprise holodeck. So, it wasn't really work and I was having fun playing pretend. I wanted to close the curtains, but there was something like 500 windows and I decided I would never get them all closed in time (in time for what, I don't recall), so I changed my clothes and started the show. Eventually, the restaurant became a store where I was being stalked by a customer who wanted to rape and kill me, but when he got too close, I paused the game and told the computer to deactivate Jackbox variables so I could go back to playing restaurant. Then, I was resetting lights and flooring textures as though it was The Sims 3. Something about an office where I had interviewed 6 months earlier and I was walking through it, changing textures and objects, still like The Sims 3, but also the holodeck at the same time.
[10:31] Riza and I went to the store together. It was the store I typically dream about (not one that exists in realspace). I felt really happy and fulfilled, like I had accomplished a life goal. The dream ended as we were getting back into my car to leave; the car made a noise that I had to turn on the CD player to stop, which turned out to be my 8am waking-up alarm in realspace. I turned it off and rolled back over to sleep some more, still feeling happy and fulfilled, though a bit disappointed that it wasn't real.