I always...this carnival/festival place always comes back to me.  A few years ago I had a dream about a festival and it was the same place.  Same stalls, same colors.  Same noises.
And for some reason it felt like home.
And then I saw him.
He was cold.
He was friendly.
And it hurts.  Even now while I'm awake.

And then there was the other with the burning hands.  They kept burning me.  And it hurt.

And he didn't help.  I kept screaming for help.  And he didn't help.  That's all I remember.
The dream was hot and cold.