His scars and his mom

Date: 2/24/2019

there was a lot more in the beginning but as time goes on all i can remember is seeing him scared and his mom yelling at him for his scars. She was angry at him for feeling human. She saw his arms and yelled at him, making a big deal of his cuts. She then proceeded to look at me, seeing if i did it. I only showed her my right, clean arm and somehow she was satisfied. If one arm isn’t cut then surely the other isn’t, right?? She wanted to cut him off from the world. Kidnap him. The entire dream was full of murder. Murdering some boy by mistake. Throwing a cinderblock in the air and having it fall down on his head. Who would have guessed that could kill you?? All it would take to kill his mom would be one quick and hard hit to the back of his head. Could I do it? Probably not. I hit her with what little strength I had, using my heels with the heavy bottom. I don’t entirely remember how things turned out afterwards but I’m assuming they didn’t go so well and I got caught.