I can’t remember how it started. There was some weirdness in the beginning too, but I can’t remember it. I wish I could remember the beginning actually. But what winds up happening is this: I’m running around with this little kid who is like a younger, maybe two-year-old version of myself. I’m helping him hide from my father. I show him a place he can hide in my old bedroom closet. He goes in there. And then I go to sort of confront my father about something. I don’t find my father and when I go back to the closet, I don’t find the little boy either. He’s gone and I think maybe he has his own hiding place that he’s gone off to. I wander down the hall, and find him in the bathroom with my father. Somehow my father is about to punish him. This is why my father has been searching for the little boy and why I’ve been helping the little boy hide. And here’s the weirdest part: I find my father in the bathroom with the little boy and he's putting butter on the little boy’s naked ass. And he has a box of macaroni and cheese mix. My father is about to do something to the boy that involves macaroni and cheese mix on his ass. And he wants me to join in. I confront him, telling him what a sick motherfucker he is, etc. It’s all this rage about don’t you see how fucked up you are? and so on. But my father looks at me blankly; he clearly doesn’t get it and he won’t stop. I woke up this morning feeling nauseous and not sure what to make of it all.