non-lucid

I was in an abandoned house with some children. They were all walking around aimlessly like zombies. It began raining and my friend who was with me at the time began to get burns from the rain. I guess it was acidic. She turned into a skeleton and left me standing there. A little boy with pink hair walked over to me and said something about youth while he picked up a broken cross. He looked and me, smiled, and walked away. I looked out the window and saw a man coming down the driveway. All the children began to scream and tried to fix up the house. He walked in and picked one boy out of the group and began beating him until his head was a terribly misshaped. He was about to do the same to a girl about 5 years old when I told him it was my fault. He smiled and took me to the front of the room. He was about to hit me when I began to run. When I left the house I realized I couldn't touch anything or interact with the environment at all. I was a spirit of some sort and I knew my body was left at the abandoned house. The man had run after me and when he saw how helpless I was he laughed. And then I woke up.