Bearded dream

Last night, I dreamed that I was at the pub where I spent a lot of time as a teenager. I sat at the bar and talked to Arthur, the bartender, and told him that I hadn’t found another who could pour a Black and Tan like he could. Everything was very familiar feeling, including my full beard.

This isn’t the first time I’ve dreamed about being a man, but what is new is that my mate is now also starting to have trans-flavored dreams. We often dream along similar themes.


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