This dream was so unusual for me, it still sticks with me today. I'm not sure how old I was when I had it; I think I was probably still in middle school.

In the dream, I was mountain-climbing with a woman close to my own age, who I loved very much. I think she might've been my girlfriend, or wife, but I'm not quite sure. The slopes were very cold, and snowy. We were both bundled up in several layers of clothing to keep warm, and were wearing snowshoes so we wouldn't sink into the several feet of snow below us. After what was probably several hours of walking, my companion became exhausted to the point of almost collapsing. She didn't appear like there was anywhere to rest.

Despite being stranded in the middle of nowhere, out in freezing cold weather, not a single thought of worry occurred to me. I just started dutifully digging in the snow near where she was. Eventually, I dug out enough snow to create a crude shelter for her, and placed her in it. Knowing how important it was to stay warm in an environment like this, I lay down next to her, and held her close.

Despite the harsh environment, I was not concerned for her at all. I wanted to take care of her, but not like how you would take care of something helpless. I just wanted to make sure she was well.

And, as I was with her, the strangest feeling slowly came over me. It felt like every cell in my body, and every fiber of my being wanted to protect her in that way. In that moment, I felt nothing more than that sense of purpose. I felt it so strongly that it felt like an emotion all its own. It was as if I was glowing with this intense, peaceful emotion of... loving-protectedness.

When I finally woke up from the dream and went over it in my mind, I realized that in the dream, I was a male. (I'm female in "real life".) During the dream itself, it never occurred to me that I should've been any different. It felt as natural as having two hands. In real life, I've always identified myself as less feminine than most other girls, but identifying myself as male seems a bit strange.

What I found most unusual about the dream had nothing to do with gender, though. Our dreams are just supposed to be reconstructions of experiences we've already had. We aren't supposed to feel things that we haven't felt before. In my whole life, I had never felt an emotion like that ever before, and I haven't ever felt it again to this day. Makes me wonder where that dream came from.

--Moonlit Jade

SOURCE: Deviantart.com/moonlitjade/art/I-Dreamt-I-Was-Someone-Else-330502186, posted in Oct 2012 in the "Dreams and Reveries" group. Permission requested but no reply; may not be currently active at DA. DATE: She joined DA in 2007; this childhood dream was years in the past even then.

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