The Dream Cycle, 2007.9
Fighting Against Hell
Could it be a dream?? Why yes! I think it is! I remember this dream partially, but the wierdness of it warrants a posting. :)
In the dream, it was me and about five other people. Unfortunately, I don't remember who they were. I had just recently made a deal with the Devil to save the life of one of these people. This group of people and I are sitting in a beautifully ornamented dining room eating a lavish dinner. When, suddenly, both me and the person I saved disappear from our seats.
*skip forward*
Me and the other person are each trapped ina vial that is wrapped around a giant demon's neck who was sleeping. Each vial is partially filled with a reddish liquid which both tastes and smells foul. Oddly enough, we can breathe in the liquid, though. I remember seeing little people crawling on the skin of this giant demon (they looked no bigger than fleas). They were stabbing the skin with knives trying to get the demon to release us.
That's all I remember.
Could it be a dream?? Why yes! I think it is! I remember this dream partially, but the wierdness of it warrants a posting. :)
In the dream, it was me and about five other people. Unfortunately, I don't remember who they were. I had just recently made a deal with the Devil to save the life of one of these people. This group of people and I are sitting in a beautifully ornamented dining room eating a lavish dinner. When, suddenly, both me and the person I saved disappear from our seats.
*skip forward*
Me and the other person are each trapped ina vial that is wrapped around a giant demon's neck who was sleeping. Each vial is partially filled with a reddish liquid which both tastes and smells foul. Oddly enough, we can breathe in the liquid, though. I remember seeing little people crawling on the skin of this giant demon (they looked no bigger than fleas). They were stabbing the skin with knives trying to get the demon to release us.
That's all I remember.
2 Comments:
Ink, it must be all the cola you're drinking ... fascinating.
Really, I drink a coke - maybe two, at work and that's it. I don't touch the stuff at home.
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