[The New One]

My name is Richard Proctor, I am a devout christian. I am an American living in Washington MD and am finally glad to have found a place with like minded people. I've been on this site for some time, just reading along with you good people has been good enough for me for quite some time, but something has had me rather distraught for some time now and I didn't want to just keep it to myself anymore.

I had a dream a few nights ago...a strange dream.

I dreamed about hell. I dreamed about Me. I dreamed about me in hell. However, it is not the fiery pit we are so often shown...well, part of it was, but most of it wasn't.

Most of it was something different. Not something good at any rate, but different. It was a slum. A world in which millions lived with suffering and pain, in a strict regime, with rules that, should they be broken, the breaker would be taken away by demons and tortured for decades, as the people would be there for an eternity, they could be tortured for however long the demons saw fit. Each individual would be tortured none the less, but the number of those in hell increases, however the number of demons to hold them is finite. So a regime was enforced to keep unhappiness prominent, while allowing for the demons to have complete control.
However, what this led to, was that the demons did not care for who was more deserving of torture, but simply chose those who they particularly liked the idea of torturing, which often meant those who were more devout who had made a simple mistake. The demons enjoyed torturing these as these were the people who rued their mistakes the most, and thus reacted worst to the torture.

There was an entire underground movement to fix it, to change hell and punish those who deserved it accordingly, rather than leave those who sinned greater while they tortured those who's sins were far less dire. It was these fighters who saved me from the devil himself, However, he was not the terrifying agressive shouting Devil one would expect.
He did not act as a monster, as much as one who thought, nay, knew, he was better than everyone else around him.

When I arrived in hell, I was addressed by the Devil himself, as he was amused that one who acted so kind in life had been sent here, and found out it was because I had spent long times thinking about the reality of God. I always came out with the conclusion that he most certainly existed, for there could be no other truth yes? I did always think, because an unexamined life is a life unlived. So I felt as though it was my duty to at least reassure myself of my definite belief in God.

Now, I am, to be honest, not the most compliant person in the world, when I believe in something I tend to stick to it, and when I was talked down upon by Lucifer I felt an undeniable rage. I argued with him for a good while, but he was not one to be talked back to it seemed.
He seemed to have powers over energy and sent electric bolts into my body, torturing me for what seemed like an eternity.
However, before I broke entirely, I was saved by a two revolutionaries, working for the underground, who distracted the devil, allowing me to escape.

I met up with them after avoiding the devil, who decided it was no longer worth his effort, and went about to find some other heathens to sodomize.

The revolutionaries however, were displeased with me, they had expected after the attention I had gathered from Lucifer, that I was somehow special, different. Better. So when they found out it was simply that I stood up against him, they seemed to lose interest in me, but took me along so that Lucifer may not find me for a time.

They took me aboard their ship, which was the equivalent of a boat hung up on a blimp like apparatus. They flew us over the slums, they had been there for quite some time, in fact, longer than almost any others, through this they had learned how to move about, and avoid the demon patrols. The demons very rarely bothered with them as well, as there was little a few humans could do, and every time one was caught, they were subjected to the worst of the punishments.

The ship flew us above the slums, and I got to see the full spectacle of it. Demons would choose people at random, and the screams could be heard for miles, people cowered in fear from the patrols in small huts barely big enough to curl up in.

Eventually we reached our destination, what looked like an infernal castle, spanning as far as the eye could see.

In the dream, I had been talking to the revolutionaries, and had asked how it was that I had not died after suffering so much at the hands of Satan. To which they replied that I was already dead, and all that was left was a soul which Satan would try to break.

However, I realized that, so long as I couldn't die, I was more powerful than I had ever been before, more powerful than the Demons, or even Satan realized.

I also found that, as The devil had tortured me, some of his infernal energies had begun to flow through me, as a soul, my essence had picked up his, making it my own.

We entered the castle, only to find it deserted. Other than, of course, a throne at the very end, upon which Satan sat. He looked at me, and beheld me with curious eye's.

"Child" he said, as he pondered as to why I was there, of course only to satisfy his curiosity before he began to punish me further.
"Why do you stand before me, why do you not simply hide with the others"

I did not speak, I did not know how. Instead I began to walk, walk towards him, slowly gaining speed.

He did not stand up, he was amused at the spectacle, simply holding up his hand, he created a fire which burned me to a crisp, but I did not falter, I Ignored the pain, I fought on with a force that did not seem like my own.

Soon I was upon him, he still stared at me with curiosity, but now he stood, reaching out to grab me, with hands spiked and wicked, I tried to avoid him, but he was too fast.

As he held me up to his face, I hated him. With all of my essence I hated him.

And suddenly, with a burst of fire, I broke free of his grip, I felt not drained as I should be, but empowered. For every thing he could do to me, only seemed to fuel my resolve further. He would not break me.

He staggered back as I broke his grasp, his hands now gone, I rushed forth and struck at his chest, and with a burst of light, he was gone. The light slowly receded into me, and was slowly replaced by a small red Glow. Demons rushed into the castle, and upon seeing me, they looked shocked, they seemed to know I had defeated Satan, and they stood there, half in fear, half out of knowing nothing else they could do.

One of them slowly fell, not dead, simply to it's knee's. I realized that it had not done so under it's own power, I had somehow forced it. It was then that I realized that I had changed further, I was larger, stronger, I felt the hate which had flown through me in the battle hovering inside me, it had not left.

It did not take me long to realize what had happened. I had taken in Satan, but he did not control me, in fact, it was the opposite, my will overpowered that of his own. I realized then, that I had become powerful, more powerful than I could have imagined. The whole plane seemed to obey my whims.

I then saw the revolutionaries, standing behind the demons, looking on in horror. With a thought, I forced two of the demons who stood motionlessly to grab them, they them took them away. I do not know where.

I had become the devil, I had taken him, and controlled both his body and power. In the realm I had become unstoppable. I looked over my new domain, and thought about how I would control it, what terrible things I could do there, and I smiled.

It was then that I woke up.


I'm sorry if I got carried away there a little bit, I just...it was a very vivid dream and when I think about it too much...part of me relives it...

I didn't know who else I could turn to. I didn't want to talk to my family or my pastor because I was afraid of what they might say.

If any of you have any idea what this could mean, please, tell me.

[Catherine Moore]

Originally Posted by The New One

One of them slowly fell, not dead, simply to it's knee's. I realized that it had not done so under it's own power, I had somehow forced it. It was then that I realized that I had changed further, I was larger, stronger, I felt the hate which had flown through me in the battle hovering inside me, it had not left.

You mean "knees". Its a plural, not a possesive.

[The New One]

Originally Posted by Catherine Moore

You mean "knees". Its a plural, not a possesive.

Ah yes, apologies.

I sometimes make errors in my punctuation.

I shall try harder in the future.

[Redeemed Papist]

So... what church do you go to and what's your favourite Bible verse?

[Zechariah Smyth]

Originally Posted by The New One

tl:dr

The only time I had vivid dreams like that is when I was on narcotics.

Have you been shooting up marijuana, son?



Yours in Christ,

Z. Smyth

[Jeb Stuart Thurmond]

Originally Posted by The New One

Ah yes, apologies.

I sometimes make errors in my punctuation.

I shall try harder in the future.

We feel very strongly that English is America's language, and that low quality communication quickly becomes ebonicanization which quickly opens the door to foreign jibber-jabber. It's a slippery slope. (Just wait for an Asian to get offended by that one).

We have such a passion for this that sometimes, even ladies forget their place. Grammar and spell rebuking is for experience spiritual warriors only.

[Jeb Stuart Thurmond]

Originally Posted by The New One

My name is Richard Proctor,

Your father chose a horrible name, naming you after an "astronomer", someone who denies the Biblical truth that the sky is solid and the "stars" and "planets" are just small lights God put there as night lights. He obviously imagined his planets under the influence of LSD, just look at his map of "mars":


Groovy! I can taste the colors!

I mention this LSD-freak because your dream seems a bit...Long. And consistent in its themes. For example, last night I dreamed that I was a movie version of Lee Harvey Ozwald, who was completely innocent of course, he spent his time creating blimps with elephant-ears that produced smoke to protest pollution, and then he hears kennedy is dead and everybody is cheering and shooting guns in the air (or that might be an actual early childhood memory) and then I was at woodstock which was in the desert without any music, but lots of fighting, and then it was the 80's in a goth boarding-school (!) where a girl was pretending to be a ghost writing threats to the goth headmistress on a mirror with black lipstick.

The the "forrest gump" theme evaporated and I was at school, and Ron Paul was teaching. For some reason we were being taught in a sort of steel mill, and bits of molten metal sometimes fell on us, and there was lots of whirring machines that threatened to catch my beard. Then I remembered it was just a dream, so I walked out through the walls, and woke up.

It's called REM overdrive, and I wake up and fall asleep again, meaning that I remember a lot of dreams. And they are never as consistent as yours.

Don't worry, we have an excellent program to cure drug-addiction. Also porn-addiction, mixed-fabric addiction, demonic possession, liberal-parent-syndrome etc.

VISA, mastercard, or American Express?

[Pastor Ezekiel]

Originally Posted by The New One

My name is Richard Proctor, I am a devout christian. I am an American living in Washington MD and am blahblahblah.....

You're an Austrian troll.

Go bother the papists. Shoo demon.

[WilliamJenningsBryan]

Originally Posted by Pastor Ezekiel

You're an Austrian troll.

Go bother the papists. Shoo demon.

Sounds like a video gamer that ate the wrong kind of mushrooms, although his vivid dream reminds me of what America will look like if Obama is reelected and allowed to complete his "transformation" to socialism. I think he sees himself taking over Janet Napolitano's job as Secretary of Homeland Security.

[Dr Laurence Niles]

As I have taken several terms in dreamology I can interpret this one (in fact it is very easy as these architypes are fairly common).

The demons are homersexualism advocates (gays) and the Hellish world is a public bathroom.

So in essence the dream revolves around a deap seated need to engage in perverse sexual practices in a public convenience with a drooling pervert (who is gay).

Why it felt the need to tell us this is beyond me.

YIC
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[James Hutchins]

Originally Posted by The New One

My name is Richard..... tl;dr......... tell me.

Welcome Richard, may I call you Dick? Terrific.
Well Dick, tell me a little about yourself. How many sons are legitimately yours from your wife. Where do you live and how has God managed to be the only thing that matters to you.

[Mary Etheldreda]

Dick, why do you burden us with such long babble? Tell me, was there anything in that chapter about how much you love Jesus? Did you talk about your favorite verse from the Holy Bible? Did you mention where you go to church and what your favorite sermon was?

If not, please start over and try again. Just introduce yourself normally this time.

[Cranky Old Man]

Originally Posted by The New One

If any of you have any idea what this could mean, please, tell me.

It means you talk too much. You should listen to Jesus instead!

[handmaiden]

Hey, Lizard-Guy, or New One, or Richard whatever. I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest that you had no such dream. Instead, you have worked up some fancy, supposedly "deep" story in an attempt to teach us something that you believe amounts to great wisdom or some sort of superior enlightenment.

Well, the fish aren't biting, sonny. We here at Landover have put a lot of deep thought into some pretty serious subjects. We don't just stumble along into some goof-ball dreamscape looking for inspiration and direction.


We are inspired by the words of the Bible. Our need to share the truth in those words brings us here, day after day, posting our little fingers to the bone. So, instead of asking us to analyze your "dream" so we can discover whatever message you think that you are sharing and then stand back in awe of your breathtaking "wisdom", just tell us where you stand on the Bible and its central protagonist, Almighty God Himself.


Non-Drowsy Formula Yours,

Handmaiden


p.s. It really got boring a few paragraphs in. I had to force myself to read the whole thing on the off chance that you had an actual point to express.