when i was sleeping. it wasnt as crazy as MLK's dream, but pretty close. it started as i walked into this cave made out of pillows and soft blankets, all black. i could see, but the light had no source it was just light inside. my mom was squating on a ledge jutting out from the side of ther cave. on the ground in front of her was a man, still alive, yet he was cut from throat to cock. he was an extremly large man, bout 400lbs, but all the fat had been removed from his torso area making his skin lay in giant flaps around him. "he's sick and needs help" my mother says with no emotion. i reach down and pull the skins back. they're as large as tarps, heavy, and you can see the layers of flesh. his heart is beating, lungs moving intestines unjulating. i get down on my hands and knees inside of his skin tarps, bloody wetness covers my hands and knees, soaking through my pant legs. i have my face ear down against his stomach my hands caressing his lungs and heart, now digging past. i need to get deeper. sitting up, i reach back and pull the skin tarps up and over my sholders like a shawl, bending back down to continue my inspection. squeezing, groping, poking, caressing. im watching everything. why am i doing this? "he needs your help". mom again. i look up she's smiling, but strangely with no emotion. my mother isnt this way. panic shoots through me. i throw back the skin shawl, and jump outta the body. blackness. the dream resumes with me looking at a picture of a woman, nude, with a dick crudely drawn onto the picture. other pictures of myself running, laughing, younger much younger. thats when i woke up. i was confused by this dream so i just took a shower.