I adopted a goat after moving into a new house. He was a goofy goat, but I'd put him outside at night and he'd disappear. It started to worry me until a man came up to me claiming he was my goat. He was a very feminine, very gay man that had one-night stands with men in the neighborhood. He would turn back into a goat in the morning, but at night I'd talk to him and go with him to make sure he'd be safe while having a good time. He would boost my self-esteem and confidence, so I didn't mind going with him. Eventually, he told me that he loved being my friend and would stay with me forever. It was a nice dream.