Here I tell you what happens when I close my eyes in the night.

IN A ROOM

Last night, I was in an extremely messy, dirty, decadent room as a visitor. The guy who lived in this room kept himself busy by frying a little naked baby on a hot cooking plate.

He took the baby’s hand and pressed it against the plate so it would get fried more effectively.

I looked at the baby’s face while the hand was touching the plate. I knew it must hurt so much. But there was no chance in the world the baby could have stopped what was happening to him.

He was quiet. He didn’t know how to cry. But his silent face told everything. All the repressed confusion, horror, and pain. The only option was to let it all happen.

The baby’s face looked kind of evil, as if he was the devil’s child, but I knew clearly how innocent he was, and all the love and care he would have wanted and deserved.

When the guy fried the baby’s body, the body got stuck on the plate so he needed to rip it off roughly to get all the skin and flesh removed from the plate. The guy was totally emotionless. The way he treated the baby was something he seemed to consider totally normal task to do while he talked to us. I knew he talked to us even though he always looked a little bit away from us. He looked at someone who we didn’t see being in the room. None of us said anything.

The baby probably died. I don’t know. None of us in the room did anything to stop the guy. It wasn’t an option, that’s how it felt.

Then there was a woman, a naked woman.

The guy mutilated her on a bed while she was passed out due to some drugs. He cut her very badly from the stomach area. Damage that would be impossible to repair. With long scissors and knives.

Stomach cut into shreds. Deep.

When the woman woke up she run around the room horrified but silent. She looked at her mutilated body but it was as if she didn’t have any pain. She just seemed to be shocked over how her stomach looked like.

I found it very sad what had happened to her but I didn’t do anything to calm her down. It wasn’t an option. I was there but at the same time, I was just a bystander not being able to interfere. Or was it that I just didn’t care?
No one in that room seemed to care.

The whole dream was silent. Everything was black and white.