nightmare

I am in a bed, not my bed, in the dark and I hear this raspy moaning coming from under the bed. It turns to whimpering then some sputtering like some sort of pathetic death rattle.
I am scared out of my fucking mind, wide eyes, reaching out fumbling for a light switch. I find it and flip it, and suddenly it's day time and this bed is in the middle of a forest which is a little too quiet and a little too still. No noises from under the bed. I leap out and find a stick. There are thick ferns growing under the bed so I can't see a thing so I poke under there with a stick. Something soft and fleshy and it cries out. Oh shit. I am in there parting ferns and it starts to smell like...old shit, piss, dead birds, something. A face, a human face, green eyes wide open and watery. Grab armpits and pulllll and pull. I pulled out a boy, like 14 or so, naked and very skinny, brunette, longish matted hair. Oh my god he stinks. He is caked in dirt and blood and old shit, I think. His eyes are wide open in the sun but he doesn't blink. There are tiny ants packing eggs in the corners of his eyes, traversing his wet eyelashes and falling splat and writhing around the vitreous humor like they are mammoths trapped in tar. His hair is churning with maggots, eggs fall out when his head flops to the side and he lets out a sigh like he's choking. He has a gaping wound in the side of his neck and I can see to the bone and puss is bubbling up like magma. It is so shiny and tight and full of ants that spill out when the boy coughs. Maggots are all over his skin. Holy fuck I am thinking. I start frantically searching for a phone. I rip apart the bed, look under rocks, tear plants up from the ground. He is lying there shaking and I am panicking. I am thinking I need to call the police. A hunter in flannel comes bouncing by with a huge rifle looking really happy. "Do you have a phone?" I am screaming.
"I'll put it out of its misery."
"NO let me use a fucking phone."
He gives me his cell phone which is pink and encrusted with rhinestones. "Sworavski crystals," he says, grinning. I have a hard time finding the buttons and cannot figure out how to dial and I am hyper-ventilating. The hunter says "Let me do it, cunt....They want to talk to you."
ok.
The dispatcher says, "We know about this kid. Will you take responsiblity for him and pay his medical bills?"
"yes, just please help!!!"
"Will you die for him?"
"What?"
"Will you die for him?"
I drop the phone out of disgust cus it is slippery and wet and covered in...pus? I turn around to look at the boy and instead there's a brunette toddler poking at a dead bird that has been there for at least a week. I am shaking my head so violently that I wake up shaking my head.