A bad dream

Its this bad dream I had after somebody asked me if I was a bi when reading one of my poems. I saw this gay man sleeping on my bed very close to me. He was facing me and was in the very same posture I was sleeping in, kind of a  
mirror image, only a bit more bigger in his physical dimensions than me. Don't ask me why I thought he was gay, it just occurred to me. I tried to throw him away, but I could not even move a muscle of mine. In the darkness, I felt he was patiently watching me and he would not move either. Not a single sound to be heard.Then suddenly I threw my right hand at him and tried to squash his balls really hard so that he ran away. Pat came the same action from him. He was trying to squash mine!!     
   
A disturbingly sharp pain began to cut through me. The more ferociously I tried to punish him, the tighter his grip became. The worst part was I felt really rigid, I could not remove my vengeful right hand from enemy quarters so that I could end the cause of his violent attack. Neither could I use my other hand to shield my manhood.  My breath was choking. The pain was multiplying itself every split second. I felt certain things in my body were about to burst. And then.  
I threw my eyelids wide open. To find this.   
   
My hand was over my shorts and I think I was trying to squeeze the life out of my private property a few moments ago.