When I went to sleep, I was a 20-year-old man named
Damian Yerrick. When I woke into the dream,
I was in the Witness Protection Program...
...as a 20-year-old woman named Ronia (I forget the
surname, but it was Slavic and hard for English
speakers like me to pronounce; it did start with an S). The
house I had moved into resembled the first floor of my real
house. But for some reason, the gang that was chasing
Damian could still find me; I had to close the blinds.
Strangely, I began to experience lucid dreaming effects:
every time I was about to be captured, I simply pushed
the reload button and replayed the last few seconds
until I was able to ward off the intruders
safely. At the end of all this, it was
time to head off to class at the community college a few
blocks down the street. I had to get used not only to
answering to the name "Ronia" and to my surname but also to
being a female and acting somewhat feminine. After the
day's classes were over, I decided to take a nap...
...and woke up into what most of us consider
the real world. And yes, I got my manhood back.
If this dream recurs in greater detail or
fits into one of my other dreams, I'll add the new material
here and list it in the updates section of my day log.