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The other night I dreamed I was in Hell.
It wasn't the burning Lake of Fire version of Hell, thank goodness. It was more Greek.
I remember a flawless blue sky overhead, and drab, white stone buildings.
And the people. The damned, I suppose.
They were pale-faced and wore black robes and went about their business at a glacial pace.
Now that I think about it, physically, they resembled the Grim Reaper from Ingmar Bergman's 'The Seventh Seal.'
I remember talking to one of them, asking "What are you doing?"
And they said, "Enduring."
Then I woke up in my own bed with cold shivers and this awful feeling of lingering dread. I thought I would be physically sick for a little while.
I know that some cultures believe that when you sleep, your soul leaves your body and wanders the world. That's how they explain dreams. I can't help but wonder if that's true? Did I travel to Hell? Did I get a glimpse of a desolate afterlife that was so much worse than the trite Christian view of burning sinners and demons with pitchforks? Or was it just a dream? Just a conflagration of random images and events created by sparking sleeping synapses?
In either case, I hope I don't dream about it again.
It wasn't the burning Lake of Fire version of Hell, thank goodness. It was more Greek.
I remember a flawless blue sky overhead, and drab, white stone buildings.
And the people. The damned, I suppose.
They were pale-faced and wore black robes and went about their business at a glacial pace.
Now that I think about it, physically, they resembled the Grim Reaper from Ingmar Bergman's 'The Seventh Seal.'
I remember talking to one of them, asking "What are you doing?"
And they said, "Enduring."
Then I woke up in my own bed with cold shivers and this awful feeling of lingering dread. I thought I would be physically sick for a little while.
I know that some cultures believe that when you sleep, your soul leaves your body and wanders the world. That's how they explain dreams. I can't help but wonder if that's true? Did I travel to Hell? Did I get a glimpse of a desolate afterlife that was so much worse than the trite Christian view of burning sinners and demons with pitchforks? Or was it just a dream? Just a conflagration of random images and events created by sparking sleeping synapses?
In either case, I hope I don't dream about it again.
