Just remembered I actually had a tangentially trans-related and interestingly silly dream… I’ve been noticing the trees blossom (lilac, cherry, apple) and felt the scents and noted the colours against the verdant life of green, and in my dream, I was riding a car with my parents and some other person, maybe a partner, and we were driving through small side streets with trees and hedges like this and I was thinking of how the flowers resembled the white-pink-blue of the trans flag. My mother in the dream remarked how it was a thing for me that I liked those colours and I felt accepted and a little surprised and very happy about that, even downplaying my reaction.

Quite fascinating, really…