context: I am eight years old
Warning: graphic verbiage
Flashback: It is feudal china. A fog has hit the lands. People speak in hushed whispers to avoid it, least it burn your flesh off.
Present day. I am 8 years old and in the kitchen talking to my mother. The way the kitchen works is there is an open (no door) exit to the hallway. The fog we speak of is outside at the hallway, so my mother, while I am walking backwards, is telling me not to go outside.
I step backwards into the fog. My back flesh is burned clean off, so I am looking at myself looking at my bloody, partially bone protruded, exposed back.
Screaming, the scene changes.
I am walking down the way outside to the street with my father. I casually tell him that my back is bleeding to high heaven. He looks down at me, wearing a poncho....
My father's arm was burned clean off. Blood comes gushing out the sides.
I wake up.
Motivation? I had just watched Jaws 4. I have to watch the damn movies again but I think one of the Brody brothers dies in the opening scene? That scene haunted my childhood.
