I dreamed about a peacock
It was raining outside and me and my sisters decided to have an adventure. I see light in the back yard and I decide to walk back there. I see a bunch a beautiful feathers lying around and I look up and see a man picking up the feathers and putting them back into these white birds. These birds are the peacocks. But they are just everywhere! Some of them even come up to me and let me pet them. I help pick up the feathers and as I’m doing this. More peacocks end up swirling around my back yard! They’re stacked on top of eachother. They weren’t makin noise, they were just all waiting and wanting to be groomed. Each of them white. Well not all the way white cuz it was raining and there was mud. But they had no other color except on the feathers. On of them got ahold of a strand of my hair. But in this case, my hair was long and brown. It’s natural hair color.
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
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