So here's another dream. Reading this one might be a bad idea.
Something bad happens behind the tall fence. There is a boy who lives over there and he is so hot.
He is so hot he burns.
There is a jar by the thin young tree and the poison seeped into the ground. Or the demon seeped out that burns.
Because of me there is...
For my sake there is...
He does things to the little boys. He does things and he burns them up. He comes over holding one and he holds a finger to the tiny lips. They burn away in a straight line showing little teeth.
I can hear the screams though he silences the child.
"Shall I kiss the boy."
No, please don't.
The lips are burned away.
"Shall I kiss him on the cheek then."
I can see the finger go through the skin and come out again.
No, I don't want to see anymore...