Female

She came to me in my sleep, her long golden hair flowing around her body to a breeze only she contained. Her face was not mine, nor yours. It was a glowing, happy, loving face that could change as my thoughts did, but did it? She motioned for me to follow her, and into my dreams we traveled. We came to a field of flowers, and we danced to the music of the world around us.
"This," she she said softly, "is who you were meant to be."
As she danced off into the distance, her dress melted into the sunset, the trees. Her hair became the beautiful meadow in which I stood. Her aura, her essence, her soul, softly entwined my body.
It was familiar, warm, a sanctuary. I then realized, she was the Goddess of the Earth, and she was the same as I.