The Jaundiced Boy.

Date: 4/18/2019

This was a really short dream, like one that you have when you're right on the brink of falling asleep. It started with me and my fiancé at a yard sale. I didn't recognize where we were, or who the people doing the sale were, though I did note that the place smelled of old clothing and moth balls. The house doing the sale was an older looking house which resembled suburban homes from the 1950's. It had a particularly unattractive paint job that looked as if white paint had just been haphazardly smeared over a bunch of flat, concrete walls. The shingles were an ugly greenish color, similar to the greenish luster that accumulates on the outside of old pennies. Most of the house was quite old and weathered, however, the white paint looked relatively new. My fiancé and I browsed the sale for a while before we heard a slight commotion from within the house. We calmly make our way inside to find even more sale tables. The commotion seems to have been coming from a middle aged woman and a young boy, both at the center of the house. The boy was sort of half sitting/half laying on the ground. He was wearing a very clean white dress shirt and clean black slacks with black dress shoes. I'm not quite sure if his pants were too long or not, but it almost looked like his legs were disproportionately long. The boy had his back turned to us, and he had the woman's left leg grasped in his right hand. She seemed very distressed, and she kept shouting something like "let go of me freak!" Or "get off of me!" She kicked at the boy until he let go, then she marched out of the house. The boy calls after her "why are you leaving?" His voice was actually kind of unnerving, as he talked with a normal tone with no real emotion involved, but very loudly. He looks in the direction that she went for a short while before he swiftly turns and starts crawling towards a young man browsing the tables, breathing heavily as he went. The young man sees him, becomes distressed and leaves the house quickly. The boy then turns and crawls after another woman, who screams and throws down a few objects at him before leaving the house. He says in the same voice "why did you throw those?" Both my fiancé and I felt sorry for the boy, so I walked over to try and talk with him. Once I got within about 3 feet from him, the boy sharply turns around and starts crawling towards me. Seeing the boys face for the first time, I was genuinely startled. His eyes were heavily jaundiced, and his left eye seemed to be weeping some sort of translucent yellow fluid. Enough had dripped down to stain a portion of his shirt yellow. The left side of his face was also weeping the fluid, however, it came right out of his face. The skin on the left side of his face was swollen, translucent, and it seemed to be filled with the same fluid, draining out through small tears in the skin. The boy stared intently at me as he grabbed hold of my ankles and attempted to climb up me, never breaking eye contact. He said loudly "nobody plays with me." "Mom and Dad stopped letting me out of the house." I genuinely felt sorry for the kid after what he said. Socially deprived and clearly sick with some infection, I wanted to call an ambulance and get him some help. I sat down so the kid could stop straining to climb onto me. He hops up onto my lap and asks "can you be my new Dad?" He then starts drooling yellow fluid and attempts to press the infected part of his face against my face. The fluid that had already dropped onto my hand was producing a painful stinging sensation, so I put my hand on his head to stop it from reaching my face. The skin on his head just squished under my hand, slipping out around my fingers like melting aspic. Still keeping eye contact with me, the boy sticks out his tongue and tries to lick my hand. At this point my hand is burning and I'm thoroughly creeped out and disgusted, so I grab the boy under the arms and lift him away from myself. About that time, an angry looking man with a buzz cut stomps into the house and yells something incoherent at the boy. The dream ends.