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I've procrastinated long enough. I've been saying one day ill type out my dream of hell for like half a year...so ill do that now.

Forgive the fuck ups and the vagueness if there is any. I had this dream like....7 or 8 months ago. Ill try and recall it to the best of my ability.

I forgot how I got to hell. But I remember being on earth in the beginning. My first sights of this dark place were just that, dark. Everything was black and there was nothing in hell but roads and red flickering lights beneath me. There were demons all around, sitting and talking as if nothing were out of the originally. I walk up to one man sitting in a chair. He spoke to me of this place and what it truly was. He pointed to the ground at the flickering lights. I looked and stared at the buildings I saw, beneath the ground.

        Every building I saw, there was a twin. I guided my eyes and followed the buildings up until they sprang out of the ground as a tree would in the reflection of a pond. Everything was exact. Every chair, stool, bench and building, they were all mirrored in hell

    The demon sitting in the chair had my side from the beginning. We became friends as we smiled and talked. he told me to go check out the place so I did. I went to a wall...and I saw this yellow substance sitting in a pool of its self. For some unknown reason I drank some.

        I told my demon friend what I had done he said sense I tasted of this world I could never go back. I asked him 'go back?' and he simply replied 'yes'.

 All of a sudden I was pulled through vent like caverns, into a place where the devil was. He was huge. With the body of an ant, a head of a wasp and arms I've never seen before. Its lips were huge. It began to kiss me. The yellow substance was all over him. When he was done he spoke to me (actually I think it's a she.....) I can't recall the words he spoke but I understood I was going back to earth.

     I was once again pulled by an unknown force through caverns until I came to the place I ate the yellow substance from. I was hung and hog tied as they let the yellow liquid drip from my spin and back into the pool from which it came.

       My next memories I am on earth again, a cop. still aware of what had happened to me. I came up to a crowd that was hovering over a dying man. I recognized him. He was my friend in hell, the one in the chair. He said....I don't know what he said. But when he died I knew I had to fix this. So I saw a metal trash can that was on fire ( for the homeless I assume) so I grabbed this chair set it in front of the trash can, Sat down, and leaned back. I let the flames engulf me; my head at least.

          So I was sent to hell once more. I already knew where to go to fix the atrocity that had happened. I spoke to a scientist that was part machine. His head was shaped like Arnolds from "hey! Where's Arnold?" one eye was replaced with a piece of red glass. There was blood and infections all over the metal, and where skin met metal.

    He was talking to me franticly trying to spit it all out before someone came. He showed me a machine and told me what it was used for (I forget what it was used for) then out of the blue the HULK came in smashing everything. Then another Hulk began fighting the ...other hulk. Understand? ...there were two hulks. One was green and the other was gray. I remember the HULK being the security guard

Crazy huh lol...

They started fighting and then I woke up.

The end



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