Dreaming

I have telekinesis living and exploring a giant warehouse with lots of levels to it. On one level is a store where I confess my affections to a male teacher who reminds me I am a student. I go into a home of a bald man who shows me his family. A mother was feeding porridge to their small deformed son thought a hole on the right side of his back. The hole was an entrance to a protruding esophagus spinal cord that trailed along the child's shoulders and down his left arm. The child looked bloated bony and sick. I left through a window and was walking down a sidewalk with boxes everywhere and thought, "I guess not every power is a good one."