I usually forget my dreams. You're supposed to. I used to do lucid dreaming, but once I did it and god rid of sleep paralysis and other nightmare things, I basically made a peace treaty with my subconscious that if it did its job of getting rid of memories I don't need, I'll leave it alone.
This dream was very elaborate and strange, and hard to forget, though.
I was going down in a freight elevator, with piles of various items and another person. We had apparently both died and we were going to Hell. Capital H Hell, too. There was actually a God and he had looked on both our lives and we deserved Hell.
Apparently, there is a processing when you get admitted to Hell, so we were getting lowered into the admittance office, or whatever, when you go to Hell. Neither of us knew what happens when you go to Hell, other than that it couldn't be good. We'd heard rumors. We were talking about them. The other guy joked "You'll be a skeleton."
I suspected he was as afraid of what was coming as I was, and this dirty coward immediately fled the moment the freight elevator hit the floor, leaving me alone in a basement where shadowy things I couldn't make out started emptying the elevator of the crates and barrels and other objects in it and I stepped out into what looked like a warehouse, but with a bare incandescent bulb lighting an almost office-like area in the corner of the warehouse.
There was something like an IV pole next to a pair of 55 gallon drums, like the kind Jeffrey Dahmer had in his apartment. There was a desk with forms on it. You had to sign, apparently, before they could do to you whatever they wanted to do.
I wasn't sure what happened in Hell, or what your punishment was. Somehow, though, I knew you had to agree to it somehow. But if you actually physically resisted, they would immediately overpower you and do whatever it was.
And the Devil came in. Or, she appeared to be the Devil. She had red hair, green eyes, and was absolutely adorable. I knew, also, that you couldn't get away from whatever happened in the blue barrel if you showed any fear.
So I hit on her, of course. She explained that it was entirely impossible for "our forms" to consummate any kind of relationship, and that she just looked like whatever I wanted, as "a courtesy." It's rare to remember exact words from dreams, but she was quite precise.
Somehow, despite being still absolutely terrified at what happened in that blue barrel, and not wanting to go in there, but knowing that admitting my reason for trying to avoid it would immediately result in me being shoved into it, I continued to talk to her.
And somehow, knowing this, they brought in more of these devils. They all resembled people I knew, or have known, and slowly tried to wear down my resistance. A couple of them were people I actually do know, but they're dead.
I was afraid it was just an acid bath, and that I would, in fact, simply end up a skeleton, but they explained to me I was actually on a sort of work-release program from Hell. I'd be entirely fine, and able to go back up "topside" as they said, to do my work there, and would only return to Hell at night.
To "sleep," they said, although sleep is apparently something different in Hell.
I'm glad I woke up before anything else happened.
This dream was very elaborate and strange, and hard to forget, though.
I was going down in a freight elevator, with piles of various items and another person. We had apparently both died and we were going to Hell. Capital H Hell, too. There was actually a God and he had looked on both our lives and we deserved Hell.
Apparently, there is a processing when you get admitted to Hell, so we were getting lowered into the admittance office, or whatever, when you go to Hell. Neither of us knew what happens when you go to Hell, other than that it couldn't be good. We'd heard rumors. We were talking about them. The other guy joked "You'll be a skeleton."
I suspected he was as afraid of what was coming as I was, and this dirty coward immediately fled the moment the freight elevator hit the floor, leaving me alone in a basement where shadowy things I couldn't make out started emptying the elevator of the crates and barrels and other objects in it and I stepped out into what looked like a warehouse, but with a bare incandescent bulb lighting an almost office-like area in the corner of the warehouse.
There was something like an IV pole next to a pair of 55 gallon drums, like the kind Jeffrey Dahmer had in his apartment. There was a desk with forms on it. You had to sign, apparently, before they could do to you whatever they wanted to do.
I wasn't sure what happened in Hell, or what your punishment was. Somehow, though, I knew you had to agree to it somehow. But if you actually physically resisted, they would immediately overpower you and do whatever it was.
And the Devil came in. Or, she appeared to be the Devil. She had red hair, green eyes, and was absolutely adorable. I knew, also, that you couldn't get away from whatever happened in the blue barrel if you showed any fear.
So I hit on her, of course. She explained that it was entirely impossible for "our forms" to consummate any kind of relationship, and that she just looked like whatever I wanted, as "a courtesy." It's rare to remember exact words from dreams, but she was quite precise.
Somehow, despite being still absolutely terrified at what happened in that blue barrel, and not wanting to go in there, but knowing that admitting my reason for trying to avoid it would immediately result in me being shoved into it, I continued to talk to her.
And somehow, knowing this, they brought in more of these devils. They all resembled people I knew, or have known, and slowly tried to wear down my resistance. A couple of them were people I actually do know, but they're dead.
I was afraid it was just an acid bath, and that I would, in fact, simply end up a skeleton, but they explained to me I was actually on a sort of work-release program from Hell. I'd be entirely fine, and able to go back up "topside" as they said, to do my work there, and would only return to Hell at night.
To "sleep," they said, although sleep is apparently something different in Hell.
I'm glad I woke up before anything else happened.
