Dreams made of memories

And AGAIN a rotten night’s sleep. I slept under the duvet, well, I didn’t sleep so much. I had some idea that this was now the summer duvet (it was still the winter one), so I didn’t try the blanket. I was sooo hot!

I also had lovely lucid dream (so obviously I did get some sleep). I was on an adventure holiday with Carrie Fisher and a lecturer from my university days, both of whom are now dead.

I can work out the inspiration for the dream: I was talking to a friend about my mum searching high and low for the “white princess Leia” figurine when I was a child (the one from “A New Hope” with the cinnamon bun hair over her ears); mum found her just as I grew out of playing with my Star Wars toys.

The other person, the lecturer, was one of the first people I came out to at university. Himself a gay man and a pioneer (although I didn’t appreciate why while I was in my own coming out turmoil). He’s been in my thoughts very much of late, I’ll explore why in another post – he deserves to be remembered.

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Underwear hoarding

My husband just complained at me that when he changed the bed yesterday he found three pairs of his underpants under my pillow – I just love the smell of him! I’ve mentioned that the only thing I miss about my own testicles was the smell; but I have always loved the smell of my husband’s much more – I’d make a nest of his used underwear and sleep in that if I could!

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And the results are in!

I received my testosterone test results back today:

I am quite pleased! Hopefully it will help get things moving.