""In dream I had a beard and a flat chest. I was so happy. It's a part of me that I can't explain, you know? [...] It's an old thing inside me. something that concerns growing up different. In my life I never wanted to feel different, in the dream I liked it and I was with other people who were different like me. [...] But in the dream it wasn't about being gay but to be a man or a woman, do you know what I mean? I always thought I had to prove that I'm like other women, but in the dream I didn't feel like that. Maybe I didn't even feel like a woman." The moonlight illuminated the wrinkles on Theresa's forehead. “Did you feel like a man?” “No,” I said, shaking my head, “that was the strange part. I didn't feel like a man or a woman and I liked being something different.”"