Lately I've been having these dreams where I'm, like, detransitioned... but not even looking like I did pre-transition, but looking like I've never looked and never wanted to look like. It generally feels bad.

It's weird because it's rare that I even have any sort of sense of my own appearance in dreams. But on the other hand it makes sense that when I have a thing in my life that I actually value and that makes me happy my brain would go like "yeah, okay, but what if you lost that thing?"