no telling

i dreamt about a boy last night. this is pretty weird for me, being that i rarely think about boys. the last time i had a dream about a boy, i was the boy-person. so last night.
i had just moved into a new town and rented a room in a house. a little two room house built all shed-style onto another, real house. after a while someone moves into the other room. it's this boy. he's all like oliver twist and sitting on the bed. he looks at me and it's like we're the same person. i know him from somewhere. from my real past. he is so. fragile. it's disarming.
let's just say at the end of the dream he had turned into a sexually confused girl, whining away on the bed next to me. but when i woke up, i was the one who was confused. a dream about a boy? was i the boy? am i the boy? am i more boy than i think? is this what i'm afraid of?
no telling.
or maybe it's because of all the YA fiction i'm reading lately.