Happy Halloween?

I had a most unusual dream last night. It's different from any dream I've ever had before. And I found it interesting (and creepy?) that it occurred on the eve before All Hallow's Eve'n.

Are there any dream analyzers out there who'd like to take a go at this one??

I am a man, with blonde hair, in my 30s or so. I am dressed in clothing from the 1800s or so - a puffy white blouse with long, flowing sleeves and a vest. I have committed a crime and have been sentenced to death by fire. I am in a holding tank of sorts - a place to wait for the execution of my sentence. I am with a whole bunch of other people who have committed crimes, too, and who are waiting to be executed. The people are all young, black boys - between the ages of 4 and 12. They all have bald heads, and are wearing tattered clothes. And they are all smiling and lovely. Big warm grins that light up their faces.

The next scene takes place inside a small, square, enclosed room. It is dark, there are no windows and no doors that I can see. One third of the room is a huge, roaring, hot, orange fire. The room is very hot. The other two thirds of the room is made up of a raised, wooden platform that sits on top of the fire. The platform is made of slabs of wood, that have gaps in between them, so that licks of fire come up from below. There's an assortment of blankets and old clothing that you can use to sit on to try and ease some of the heat.

I am in this room, still as the man, but in my own body, and dressed in a white tank top and a pair of jeans. I am barefoot. And it's very warm. There is a young, black boy with me. He can't be more than 8 or 9 years of age. His name is Articules, and he is the executioner. He sits on my lap, as I lean against the wall on top of a blanket. He straddles my lap, one leg on either side, and he's very happy and friendly. Laughing and giggly. He askes me how many times before it's my turn. I say 4. He asks if that includes or doesn't include my own turn, and I say that it doesn't. So he writes 5 times down on his piece of paper. I say to him, very gently, "Articules, I am having difficulty with the heat right now, but give me some time to adjust. And I suspect I'll be OK."

The next scene shows a letter that I've (as the man) written. It's written in an old-style English, using words like, "my betrothed", etc. The man's voice is narrating the letter he's written. (Like a voice over). He describes how one boy, Aristotle, was brought into the fire room for the day, as he was scheduled to be executed by fire the next morning. In the morning, we found his body, charred. He had made the choice to jump into the fire on his own, instead of being forced to do it.

And that's the end of the dream.