The Staring Boy

Last night i dreamt that i lived in this big house. The house was yellow, made of frame. I enjoyed relaxing in this room. The neighbor's house was fairly close to the room and I could see through their window. I looked through their window and could see the curtains flowing gently from a summer's breeze. And i could see the older boy's legs swinging as if he had been hung and the younger boy, I was under the assumption he was staring at me. But after his eye not moving whatsoever, I pray that he hadn't been killed. I was hoping that their parents would get home in time and that they were alive. Why do i dream murder so much? And why couldn't  I help them?