Walking down a light filled hallway in what might be a hospital or psychiatric ward. I am dressed in light. Tall black bodies laying on guerneys line the halls.
Next I am in a room. There is a tall man sitting in a chair. His skin is red and burnt, I can see the outline of his muscles under his burnt skin. His esophagus is exposed...there is a hole in it. He has boils all over his body and face. I am there to say goodbye to him. I give him a gentle hug and say something in a firm voice to him although I do not remember what (when I awaken from the dream).
I pack up a few thing of mine in a box. Someone says to me "do not forget the holy water." I see there are 2 sconces (for lack of a better word, that would hang on a wall in a church) or containers for holy water and I say "leave one for him."