I dream that I’m home celebrating Christmas with old friends, as always glad that Summer’s over. My old best friend M. teases me about crushing on cartoon characters when we were children, and how she already knew I was gay back then. I tell her I’m bi actually, even though I like women better.

Some black haired guy arrives, flirts with my friend. Everybody is amused because they know I’m gonna be jealous. I try to ignore him as he goes towards the bedrooms, then we hear screaming: I find him on one knee and my sister outraged, she threw a box of pencils at him because he proposed after meeting her for the first time. I grab him by the collar and drag him back to the living room, throw him on the floor, straddle him and start throwing punches. My technique isn’t too effective, but it feels good.