I had another really weird dream last night. So weird that I actually remember most of it, which is a rarity for me. I was in Hell. And I'm not talking figuratively, either. I'm referring to the actual Hell . . . as in, somehow I had died (that wasn't part of the dream) and wound up in the underworld. I know that's a major shocker. I mean, who would believe that I would be sent anywhere but Heaven upon my death? lol
Anywho, Hell was nothing like what I expected. No fire. No brimstone. No red-faced, tights-wearing, horns-and-tail-toting Devil. No tormented souls screaming in agony. It actually looked quite a bit like my neighborhood. My brother and his girlfriend were there. Though they pretended not to know me. Now, that should not be construed as evidence of torture . . . not being recognized by my brother and his girl isn't necessarily a bad thing. Actually, I'm not even really sure how I knew it was Hell. Oh, yeah . . . it was the fact that all my computers were Macs and I had only dial-up to the Internet.
But y'know, aside from that, I honestly couldn't tell the difference between Hell and my life right now.
Posted at 8/16/2005 8:29:04 am by PhilM