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As I said, though I remember few of my dreams, this one was a particularly interesting one, though I found it (as most dreams are) quite peculiar.

I can remember little of this dream, save that I believe I was campaigning for something (for what I cannot recall, though if memory serves I was trying to move some large group of people toward some particular result) and at some point in the process my mother was there (though this is because I had talked to her on the phone after I got out of work several hours prior and it was one of the few conversations where I was able to talk to her as a friend rather than a son, or someone that needed money).

At some point we went to this room and looking back I get the impression that the room would have been adjusted based upon whoever entered it as I was told by the woman inside that it showed me the circle of Hell that I would be sent to upon my death. You know how things are in dreams when sometimes someone tells you things and you just know they're true...It was one of those. Besides, the notion that I was going to Hell wasn't exactly inconceivably far-fetched, anyway, given that such a place were to exist, though somehow I was still a little disappointed.

Anyway, according to this dream, Dante had it right when he wrote The Divine Comedy; The Inferno, because there was a layer reserved for the gloomy and the wrathful. I was shown the shallow pit, though none were in it.

For the benefit of those that haven't I will stop to explain. This level of Hell contained a pit that was filled with (if memory served) all sort of human excrement, sweat, and blood and housed the souls of the wrathful, who brawled and beat each other mercilessly. Out of the way, somewhere in the same pit, completely submerged, were the gloomy. No evidence of their presence was visible except the bubbles that came up as they were forced to chant some dark hymn.

Now this (both then and now) seemed both incredibly cruel and redundant. Making those who failed to find joy in life suffer for all eternity for no sin aside from "Failing to take joy in god's creation," seems so abominably and incalculably cruel that it almost defies belief. It calls upon one to wonder (should belief in God and Hell, as well as the truth in this story are all given) that if God is the very definition of all that is good in the universe, and he finds nothing wrong with the damnation of those who are simply unhappy, then what in the world could possibly be so vile as to be considered "evil"? ...Aside from being unhappy of course.

Anyway, I was offered, by the saddistic female torturer (who announced my fate upon entering the room) a chance to go in and experience what it would be like (though the filth was also charged with an electrical pulse) just so I would know what to expect and I declined. Though the filth didn't really disgust me (as I'm not sure if my dream-self remembered that particular aspect in my dream) I didn't want to be electricuted, so I lied and said that I had a heart condition and didn't want to get to Hell any sooner than I had to. It was very soon after that I woke up. What do you think?

Interesting. Remember roughly when this was?

I dreamt once that i and all my friends were an anime and that everyone we were fit perfectly, any who there were these gold stealing pigs who stole my necklace my grandmother had given me so i went to fight the leader to get it back. but then a lot of friends decided they'd help me as well..

Well after awhile i had gotten spilt up from the group and had fainted to awaken to the like of a hooded guy with a soft voice he had helped me find my way back and even saved me a few times all i could see were these gorgeous green eye staring down at me.

He was nice like i met him somewhere before it was weird like as if we were childhood friends reunited again..

Any who he was about to tell me his name then that when it happen everything turn pitch black and lights were blinking on and off i don't know how i ended up in a ware house but i did then a song came on and i woke up.. sweatdrop

my dreams are about Love or super powers, like me having wings! and FLY! *_* ohhhhoh wont that be great? rofl

My Book

And I know the chapters are really short. I started writing in 1997, and haven't made any big changes since 2002. From the age of 13 to 18.

I forget that some people aren't used to yahoo groups. Here. That's the first part, and you can just click next after that.

Which one, honey? Anyone that I know?