Dream of: 09 September 2007 (2) "No Fue Una Buena Idea"

I was walking north on Offnere Street in Portsmouth, getting close to Gallia Street. Two thin fellows (about 30 years old) were walking in front of me, so close together, I was sure they were gay. Just before we reached Gallia Street, we came to a two-story house on the east side of the street. I had heard that gay men lived in the house, including one Mexican man.

The two men stopped in front of the house, and as I was passing them, they spoke to me and asked me if I wanted to come inside. I thought I might like to meet the Mexican because I felt a strong need to speak Spanish with someone, so I said ok.

I walked into the house with them. Inside, several men were sitting around on couches. The Mexican (probably in his late 20s, obviously gat) was also present. He walked up to me and immediately acted as if he were interested in me. I quickly started talking in Spanish and the first thing I said was, "Yo no soy gay."

He seemed offended and he looked at me as if he couldn't believe I had told him I wasn't gay. I continued talking Spanish with him. It felt so good to be talking Spanish with someone. I sat down.

Through the window I could see a blue car filled with men pass by. They were all screaming deprecatory remarks about the gays in the house. They frightened me a little.

The Mexican didn't say anything else to me. I did all the talking. He started to look as if he were insulted by my presence and I finally realized he didn't want to be around a straight guy. Referring to my being in the house, I finally said, "No fue una buena idea."

When he agreed that my being present wasn't a good idea, I walked out of the house. Another car filled with men passed by and they shouted threats at me. I realized they must think I was gay because I had been in that house. Obviously I had made a mistake by going inside. I just wanted to get away from the whole area before someone tried to hurt me.

I crossed Gallia Street and headed toward the underpass under the train tracks, but instead of going under the underpass, I headed across the top toward the train tracks. It was dark and I had almost reached the tracks when I realized a big black train was on the tracks. I turned around and walked back so I could go under the underpass.

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