Okay so I had two dreams.
One where I met another trans guy, but it was so good because he was just so supportive of me, another trans guy who doesn't do the things most trans guys do. but seriously, he was just so amazing.
The other one was where I found out someone had died and I needed to tell people. That one speaks for itself, but it made me feel bad when i woke up and i still feel bad, and i think i will for the rest of the day.