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Homophobe #17
Saturday, October 14
I dreamt earlier this week that I was married. To a guy. In the dream, which wasn't really a dream, gay marriage had been legalized in Singapore. My partner was this big strapping guy who's one of my bunkmates in camp, but in the dream he was this foreign lad who needed Singapore PR status. There was no love between us, we weren't gay, and the only reason we were getting married was so that he could attain what he needed to remain in Singapore. Right after we walked out of the church(?), we immediately headed to a lawyer to annul the marriage. No consummation/honeymoon nonsense, he had gotten what he needed and that was that.
Last night I had another peculiar dream. I dreamt that I was at a hospital with a close female friend and we'd just found out that she was pregnant. And when I saw that the 'father' was this spiky haired female, I thought to myself, "How did this happen?". As if she had read my thoughts, the female friend told me that the spiky haired female partner was a transsexual and had a penis. To prove this, I went into a toilet with the spiky haired female and she showed me her goods, the weird horrific sight of a female with a penis greeting my eyes, the odd vision of the close female friend having sex with a transsexual running in my mind. I actually feared for my female friend's life.
I have an irrational fear of gays, lesbians, transsexuals, their culture, mannerisms everything. While I don't scream and go running, there is that wariness and cautious fear when seeing or dealing with these people. I don't know why I fear them and I don't know what triggers these dreams, I've been listening a lot to Damien Rice lately, could be his songs, could be camp life, could be Lindsay Lohan. I think its Damien Rice.
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