Hello. I am new here although I have been reading blogs and fiction on BCTS for several years now. I have finally convinced myself it was time to create a persona.

I almost never remember my dreams, so when it does happen it is significant. I recently had a dream that I remember, and I think it holds special significance to the general subject matter of this site. If any of you are into interpreting dreams, this one should be pretty easy IMO. This dream is also the catalyst for creating a persona here on BCTS. I just had to share it with you all.

I am going to try to lay it out here in the same order as it happened, with the same awarenesses and realizations that came to me as they happened.

 
 
 
I find myself among a crowd of people. There are many people, but the place is not crowded. There is plenty of room to move without bumping into others. I know that the people around me are from all walks of life from all around the world. Somehow I know they are from every nation, every race, every religion. The people here accept the others around them without prejudice, no matter their color or sex or gender. It is a part of being allowed to be in this place. You must be open-minded and care about others.

For some reason I get the impression that it might be on an island somewhere, but this is not clear to me and I am not certain of it. The structure I am in is like a mall and a market combined. It is a single level building and there is a roof overhead, but it is spacious. The architecture has what I, as an untrained layman, would call neo-classic modern-roman styling. There are electric lights like you would expect to find in any current modern building with carved columns that you would expect to find in ancient Roman and Greek ruins. I know, a bit confusing, but this is how it came to me. There are shops you can go into, some with doors and some wide open entries, and there are booths setup between the shops and kiosks in the center of the avenue. Anything you might think of that can be sold normally elsewhere is here.

As I move among the other people it seems to me that my viewpoint is at a lower level than the average person I pass by, although at this point I am not really aware of my physical self. I know that I am ME, but I do not see or feel my own body. This may make a little more sense a bit later. I am moving along heading towards an open air courtyard in the distance, when there is a shifting in the crowd around me and I notice her, and so does everyone else around me.

The person who is causing the shift of attention is female and very different from all the other people in this place. She is a Centaur mare. Everyone takes notice of her as she passes by (actually coming from behind me going in the same direction). The looks are ones of respect, interest, curiosity, or a mixture of one or the other or all three. However, there is no hate, no fear, no malice, not even any surprise. As for me, when I notice her I experience a sense of joy at seeing her. She is as much a part of this place as much as everything and everyone else here, including all the people around me and myself. She is noticed for being what she is, but it is taken as normal, par for the course. She is quite large as her equine portion is that of a fully grown horse with a proportionate human upper half in place of the horse’s neck and head. People simply move out of her path like they would anyone else they encounter, and she moves around people just as they move around her.

The next thing I know I am at that open air courtyard now. It is a large rectangular area with natural grass surrounded on all four sides by numerous of those carved columns supporting the edge of the roof I mentioned. It is about half the size of a football field I’d guess. I am seated at a small round table like you might find at an open air cafe type setting. I notice another Centaur moving in my general direction, although this time it is a child. The human half seems to be a boy of Indian decent (as from India, not Native American), but the equine half is that of a filly, not a colt. The child walks up to a glass display counter, I get the impression that it has sweets or confections of some type displayed, and carefully kneels down on their fore-legs then just as carefully lowers their hind-quarters so he(she?) can get a better view of what is in the case. Again, everyone around notices the Centaur in their midst, but it is not big deal.

As the child walked up to the display, I shifted around to my left to continue watching him(her?), and at this point I find I am aware of my own body for the first time. As I turn around I see my lower limbs. The first thing I notice is my hooves. Yes, hooves. Not feet, but solid hooves like a horse. And going up they are connected to the hind-legs of an equine. MY legs. Right on up to the hips my legs are very much equine in shape before quickly transitioning to a human body. I feel that I am probably in a wheelchair (remember that lower viewpoint I mentioned earlier?) as my legs, while capable of supporting me, are not stable enough for normal walking without extra support because of the structural differences in my hips. I know that I am in the first stages of transitioning to my true self. I also know that I am neither the only nor the first person to have done so, nor will I be the last. I also feel like I am stuck at the point I am at, unable to continue my transition for some reason.

 
 
And, that is the end of what I can recall. Like I said, there is some definite imagery which I think fits right in here.