So about that dream.

OK, I feel a little uneasy about this whole situation, so I'm going to get it over as quick as possible, and sum it up something like this:

Over a period of time I - chopped off my hair, got skinnier (because I'm fat?), stopped wearing makeup and finally grew facial hair. I became a boy. The Sister, unable to accept this, disowned me, which forced The Fiance to threaten her because, I LOVE HER and if she wants to be a boy she can be a boy! And then the truth came out that The Fiance was gay and because our love for each other was so strong, I decided to become a boy so we could be together. The end.

Never repeat that. Ever. And, Sister? No more acid before bed.