Ok... Upon a recent dream I had this Blog post is dedicated to that which lives only in the head of creative people. See if you can guess what that is.
Dreams of hell
This dream is rather bazaar but defiantly worth talking about since I can actually remember it.
It starts off that I am on a catwalk and I am trying to get away from something. It turns out that this is a war of some type. I get off the catwalk and walk through/past some Asian prisoners. They are in rags being led to a place … like a long area. Some how my eyes leave my body and they fly to the end of the area. There is a huge double gun like that in battlefield for shooting down aircraft. Anyways the Asians are lined up and then shot with this gun that basically destroys them. My eyes return to my body and I continue moving along around this wall past more and more Asian prisoners being lead to their death. They look at their feet and are ready to die, as they have no will.
I round a corner and I see fighting rings. Lots of them. Each one with two combatants. I also see a lot of lost people. Sort of like people who did not belong there but where there for some reason. They where walking aimlessly. I ran into people I knew. People I hated. But I felt no hate. Then there was Richelle and I saw her being lead off to be shot. A demon was leading her off. The place turns red and molten. There are glass cases with bodies… people on racks and torn apart still alive. I grab a weapon. I don’t remember what it was. I attacked the demon and managed to free Richelle. We ran off and I was looking for a way out of there. I found a guy and he said the only way out was to fight and win a heart of an innocent. Or to take out the heart of a person and give it to them. I looked around but I could not bring myself to cut out someone’s heart. I decided to fight. The fight was brutal. And I managed to win. I grabbed the still beating heart out of the middle of the ring…. Which is where it was all this time… and I presented it to the man. I did not free Richelle though… I freed myself… I then appeared in the normal world where I entered this hell…. I then turned around and went right back into hell. This time I was free and able to stand tall and rescue Richelle. No demon had any power over me. That’s all I can remember at this time.
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