an infiltrating, genderfucking adventure

I get caught infiltrating somewhere I wasn’t supposed to, and I'm shoved into this isolated jail somewhere. In my dream I’m very adventurous, and most people perceive me as a woman. In jail I meet this really cute guy who has had a troubled life up until now. I’m about to get out of jail on my own when all of the sudden secret government employees pull me out and tell me there’s a job for me to do somewhere overseas. I accept the job because I enjoy a good challenge.

At the place where my job is it’s almost surreal, I jump from house to house in the middle of the night supposedly going someplace in particular. The area’s heavily guarded also so I frequently change from female to male to female to male disguises and almost get caught, like, three times, but I don’t care…I find it fun. Also, though my dreams tend to be monochromatic, each room was a different color, while the overall dream remained this grayish blue color. I remember this one part where the room I’m in is just this lustrous white, that’s because it was the master bathroom. Since it’s so peaceful in there and the hot tub looks so inviting, I take off my skin-tight clothes there and take a bath only to be soon interrupted by some guard who wants to know if the person I was supposed to be was ok in there. I decided he should pay for his disturbance, so I took a metal fountain pen that is lying around, opened the door, and before he could say anything I stab it through his neck. By then the magic of the room is gone (the white is not so lustrous any more) so I put on my clothes and climb out the window onto the roof again.

I’m almost at the building where I’m supposed to be when I fall on the grass from the building, landing on this rather large guy, possibly a guard. We struggle a little bit like in the movies, and he calls me a “dyke” and says things like “why can’t you accept life within the gender binary?” so I tell him “there is no gender binary, now leave me alone!” Just then I get free, but everybody’s rushed to the scene. I am somehow able to put all the blame on this guy for causing a fuss and get away. A CIA operative comes out of the area too and tells me I’ve done what I needed to do already, which was prolly cause a distraction while she took care of what needed to be done. Shortly thereafter we hang out and have a banquet-type party, where I see that boy again from the beginning and seeing him out of jail makes me happy again.