Note: This was a dream of mine. I have this warning here because some visitors have thought my life had just gone to pot, when really they were only reading one of my crazy dreams. :)
There were zombies out in the town that I lived in, and I was having to fight against them everywhere I went. I fought them by praying around them, because they were unable to get near me when I did that. I went into a large, pretty house at night and a friend of mine was there. She and I were discussing what to do about the zombies, when some man stumbled in the door. He was apparently my boyfriend, and I loved him. He didn’t look like a zombie, but he was acting like one. I went to him and I shook him, demanding he tell me if he were a zombie or not. He refused, so I started beating him up and crying because I had to do it. He let me hit him repeatedly in the face until he was all bloodied up, just standing there expressionless. Then he stopped me by saying that he wasn’t a zombie, he just wanted to look as beaten up as they did because then he could get close to them. He was going to do something to try and fight them. I started sobbing, knowing that I had just beaten my lover up, and he held me.
The dream shifted and I was sitting at the top of the stairs in the same house, Todd next to me. We looked to our right and saw Bentley sitting with two pretty blonde women who looked to be in their fifties and another man the same age. The two women were apparently Bentley’s lesbian mothers, and the man his actual dad. I couldn’t believe that Bentley had two mothers, and kept talking to Todd about it. He was getting annoyed that I wouldn’t shut up about it, so finally he just yelled at me to go to hell. I got up, extremely pissed off, and walked outside.
It was daytime and the Joseph-Beth bookstore had a lot of shelves and tables in the yard. There were lots and lots of displays of books, candles, fresh vegetables, and other groceries; I started to browse through the aisles. Other people were there, also looking through things. I got to the end of an aisle and suddenly the dream shifted again.
I was in Hell, but not as a regular damned soul: I was apparently some ruler in Hell. I wore a strange brown outfit that was like a hard shell. I had some kind of head gear on that was oblong in shape but had points on either end instead of rounded edges. It pointed out above my head several feet and below my chin to my stomach. It was made of the same material as the hard brown dress I had on. I had long hair and didn’t look like myself: my hair was curly and brown, and my face and body were different. I was in some room in Hell: there were cutouts in the walls for windows and a door on one side. Outside, there was just cracked brown dirt with some steep cliffs. Everything seemed to be burning; there were heat waves rising off of everything.
The room I was in had some other people in it. They crawled along the floor, weeping. There were also a few skeletons that were apparently like the policemen of hell; they held spears and wandered amongst the people, poking at them. Then we all paused, looking toward the door: Satan was coming. We just sensed some kind of powerful, dark force coming toward us. I glimpsed him through the window opening and then he opened the door. Satan was a huge skeleton with brown bones that looked either dusty or burnt. He stood about eight feet tall and wore a cloak around his shoulders, like a king’s robe. He came in and the other skeletons bowed to him; the people cowered down. I was apparently some kind of assistant to him, like a secretary. He brushed my cheek and asked me to go up to earth and do something for him, I don’t remember what.
Before I went up to earth, though, the dream shifted and I was sitting on a dark blue ridge of a cliff. There were concentric tiers of cliff edges, and they seemed to be the only non-burnt looking things in Hell. They were the nine circles of Hell, apparently. Satan was standing on the highest one, talking with one of the lesser demons and laughing about something. He made a comment about ‘poor Sarah down in the third circle’. I was sitting there, legs dangling over the edge of the cliff, next to a pot-bellied demon that was shivering. It was apparently cold there.
The dream shifted and I was Julia Butterfly Hill on some kind of archaeological expedition with Indiana Jones. We were in some old, dark ruins out in the middle of a forest. There was a huge snake that we’d unleashed and were trying to study without being eaten. However, I sensed something and yelled at Indiana to run, because something bad was coming. We began to run through the dark corridors toward the entrance to the ruins. Everything was rumbling and we could feel something terrible behind us. We burst out through the entrance and my perspective shifted: I was no longer seeing through the eyes of Julia, but instead from some fixed position beyond the ruins’ entrance. I watched Julia and Indiana run off to the right and then Satan, the dusty brown skeleton, tried to come barreling through the entrance after them. The edges of the entrance were these huge rock points jutting out, like the peels of an orange cut open. They suddenly pulled inward, pinching Satan like they were the fingers of a hand closing shut. Then a huge, booming voice came from above: it was God. He was saying that Satan wasn’t allowed to run loose in this world. However, this part of the dream was like a prequel to the parts I dreamed earlier, and I knew that Satan would get loose somehow. He was the one that set the zombies loose.
