You may not believe this, but it came to me in a dream: I was serving an elegant dinner to guests, with my hair up quite formally, a black dress and heels, dangly earrings, there were candles on the table, and everyone was calling me Sara. :o bbI love old fashioned names anyway, so that's what I adopted. (The old Fleetwood Mac song was nice, too.)
I remember the dress was quite elegant, a scoop neck that showed some cleavage and very flowing--sort of tea length. And beautiful, sheer black stockings. I even remember the feel of my lipstick--very creamy.
The room I was in was sort of all oak and dark woods. I remember leaning over the table with one of those long fireplace matches to light the tall candles in the center. Dinner was just about to be served and people were drifting into the room.
But that was just the setting. What startled me awake (and damned if I wanted to wake from THAT dream) was that in it I was fully a woman and fully accepted as a woman by everyone else in the room, men and women. I WAS Sara. Most of the other people in the dream are kind of a blur to me.
I wish you could save your dreams and return to them, restart them. That one was so good and the only bad part was waking up.
I remember the dress was quite elegant, a scoop neck that showed some cleavage and very flowing--sort of tea length. And beautiful, sheer black stockings. I even remember the feel of my lipstick--very creamy.
The room I was in was sort of all oak and dark woods. I remember leaning over the table with one of those long fireplace matches to light the tall candles in the center. Dinner was just about to be served and people were drifting into the room.
But that was just the setting. What startled me awake (and damned if I wanted to wake from THAT dream) was that in it I was fully a woman and fully accepted as a woman by everyone else in the room, men and women. I WAS Sara. Most of the other people in the dream are kind of a blur to me.
I wish you could save your dreams and return to them, restart them. That one was so good and the only bad part was waking up.
Awwww...
What a great dream. Did it seem like it lasted a long time?
I've had a few dreams that I was a woman too, but none of them were like the one you had. What an awesome dream!!!
I agree with you. I wish I could save my dreams and return to them and restart them.
Thanks for filling me in on more details!!! It was worth the wait.
Oh, Beauty, it didn't last long enough. When I woke up, it was like grasping at something slipping down the river and under the water, visible for a moment reflected in the morning sun, then gone.
But the memory stays with me--it was as vivid a dream as I have ever had. Usually, I can't remember dreams at all.
Thanks for your kind and loving response. You do know how to get a girl to open up. You gals make me smile.
To answer a question that was put to me earlier in this thread. I chose my name by going to http://www.babynames.com My SO and I went through the list and we chose my name based on her opinion of my personality. If you can't find what you're after there just put Baby Names into a Google search and go to the websites it brings up. Good luck ladies.
Big Hugs, Juliann "Self acceptance is not the absence of fear... but the conquest of it!"
That's such a neat story! Looking for names with your SO--it's sort of like a rebirth in a way, isn't it?!
I love the name Hayley--I adored Hayley Mills when she was a young actress. (Not to slight her older self--she matured quite graciously!) But anyway, it is a lovely name, which implies--if your SO likes it--that you're a lovely person.
Yes, it was a lovely moment Sara. I got a feeling of confirmation of my SO's acceptance from it. Since then my SO has bought me several lovely outfits, shoes, makeup items and CDing accessories. When I bought my forms my SO was on hand to ensure that they suited my figure nicely.
She also bought a lovely dress and is currently doing the minor adjustments. On a couple of occasions she has offered items from her own wardrobe, for when I go to my social meeting with The Seahorse Society. But so far that has been unneccessary, due to the lovely wardrobe she has helped me build.
It is lovely to have some acceptance. Albeit she still doesn't fully understand, but then again I don't fully comprehend my CDing either. But I have a better understanding thanks to some of the girls from this and other discussion forums, and of course The Seahorse Society.
Big Hugs, Juliann "Self acceptance is not the absence of fear... but the conquest of it!"
Hi everyone. When I was born I was very young--no really! Actually, I was born before it was possible to do more than guess at the sex of a baby before birth, so my parents had picked both a girl and part of a boy name. They didn't finalize the boy name until I was born, as they were both so sure I was going to be a girl. Ironic isn't it. Carolynn Lace was the name chosen, Carol for a dear friend of her's, Lynn for my maternal grandmother who died two months before my mother graduated from highschool, and Lace for an aunt of my grandmother's who named her Lynn and mostly raised her after her mother became ill. I didn't know the etiology of the name until three years ago, when I jogged my mother's failing memory at just the right time.
Yours in haste,
"It’s not given to anyone to have no regrets; only to decide, through the choices we make, which regrets we’ll have,"
David Weber – In Fury Born
Thanks Sara, me too! I asked my mother what my name would have been if I were a girl when I was about 6, and always nursed that bit of knowledge and privately considered it my True Name. My friend Sondra called me Lacey when we played dress up, and sometimes when we didn't, but then she was perceptive for such a young kid!
Love,
"It’s not given to anyone to have no regrets; only to decide, through the choices we make, which regrets we’ll have,"
David Weber – In Fury Born
LOL!! "Yours in haste" That was very funny!! LOL!!
lol.. ok, while I'm still smiling let me also thank you for posting about how you got your name. That's really very nice to know you asked a parent what they would have named you. It was also interesting to know they thought for sure you were going to be a little lady.