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In order to encourage better dream events I have only been journalizing memorable dreams and these two sure count. Only a few times (6 or less) have I been someone else, may be 3 where I have been the other gender (female) but this is the first time I have switched gender in the dream and realized it while it was happening.

December 28 Morning.
Dream 1: Poison
I am in some sort of a science laboratory working with other people. We are talking about unimportant stuff when a guy walks in and I take him for being mean since he is looking hard and mean at our group. He just glares and then walks out. I abruptly leave the conversation and follow the guy down the elevated walkway in a cool looking scientific type building. He walks into an office and I wait and then walk in after him but the secretary stops me. I tell her I have to see him but she says I need an appointment, while not even looking at me. I bend down and swing her chair so my face is over her shoulder where we are both looking away. I say sternly "look, unless you want what he has been using, I suggest you do as I say..." and I trail my fingers seductively over her face "I know you want to help me" and I brush her hair from her forehead and kiss her there. I thought about sex but this was no time for that, I was on a mission here. Then I stormed out of the office. I went to a indoor basketball court where there were a dozen little glass tubes with red or blue poison in them laying on the hardwood floor. The bad guy walked in after me and looked a bit angry and surprised. At this point I felt as though I was playing the part of a woman. I picked up one if the tiny glass tubes and threatened to break them all depriving him of his powerful poison unless he promises to stop using this poison. He looks calm and says "no" as if to say "go ahead break them all see if I care." So I start breaking them by smashing them on the floor. When I pick up the last one I say "this is it!" and I go to break it and he shouts "stop! ...ok."
We know what has to be done and I have to walk him to his firing and other stuff up stairs. Still playing the woman we are supposed to be a couple or so he wants to be and this is a great cover so that no one suspects anything and tries to free him from his fate. I roughly grab his hand and try to position it like a couple would have it. I know I am a guy but am playing this woman too, I feel I can do both and that this won't affect my male identity in the least, still it feels strange. He looks scared and is doomed, there's no way out for him now.
I wake not knowing what he had coming that was so bad. I committed it to memory.


Dream 2: The Between Worlds Family.

I drove up to a diner/small restaurant place with only 3 cars in the lot, "I wonder if it's open." It's cold outside and I marvel at how real this feels and how vivid the colors are. Inside there is a smell of cooking and food and the air is nice and warm. It is open and there are a few customers. Though I was not totally lucid I knew this was a dream place and there was little use of getting any food so I looked around for what to explore. A door in the ceiling seemed to beg me to explore it. Looking up at it I saw a staircase looking like it was partially matter, blinking on and off in a misty hazy form. Naturally I walked up it into an attic. It was dark and its floor had no flooring just insulation between the boards but then I saw some flash of something. I looked harder and saw a flash of a floor, of a room. I walked up into the dark attic fully to investigate this. Walls started to flash into reality then I concentrated and focused on these things flashing into existence. The place started to take shape, whole rooms showed up, well lit with furniture, hardwood floors with rugs and carpeting. Then a humanoid shape started to flash in front of me. It was a little scary for a second. I focused on it but it had walked off. I went in the empty attic to where it was going and tried to focus and then a room appeared in ghostly flashes and in it a father, the mom, and a young boy. They knew I was there and wanted something from me. "What could they want from me, how can they even see me?" The man approached in his ghostly form "We want you to know we exist." I felt sorry for them, unseen and a little fearful. I thought about why they were up here and I heard "Because they are down there," being that there was too much going on down stairs that they didn't want to live with. They had a little home up here above the diner but it was unseeable to the people down there and the family seemed afraid the diner would come up into their living space and thus push them out. I felt sorry for the family and floated down through the ghostly floor and the diners ceiling into the dinner and out the front door.
It felt goo to be away from that partially real/unreal/between worlds home/attic, though as I stood in the parking lot I remembered being here before but it went a little differently. The first time I had seen some shapes and a ghostly form and got spooked and left.
I forgot to to commit this to memory and recalled this during the first posting above. I was just too sleepy to record this dream in any way at the time.