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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.
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.
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