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Sometimes my dreams have an unusually cohesive plot. This time the holes in the dream-logic seemed to fit into an almost cinematic ambiguity. Was I abducted by the devil to work in Hell's brothel, or did I just die of a monoxide leak in that cheap motel room and go to Hell because (as I discovered at the end of the dream) I was a neo-Nazi? In either case, I spent all that time in Hell supposedly going to be a prostitute but in the meantime cleaning out the public baths and bathrooms. Whose idea was it to make urinals out of pumice and put them on that narrow ledge... oh right, it was Hell.

She (the dream had no names, so I'll call her S) escaped early in the dream using a spell, and the dream-viewpoint followed her long enough to show she'd made it and left some kind of tracking thing on the cat (of course the barracks of Hell's brothel's cleaning staff keeps a black cat as a pet). Maybe she would come back for me. My own escape failed. Later the woman from the other side of the house told me that S had been recaptured and was being tortured, but the woman seemed to be screwing with me (metaphorically, in addition to pretending to be a client) in return for some special treatment from the Devil. I never found out what happened to S, but when I returned to earth, only S's socks reappeared in the boarded-up motel room, which made sense to dream-me.

The room I returned to, next door to S's, was still in use but the woman occupying it seemed remarkably ready to believe my story after I showed her my cell phone's calendar indicating it had had no cell signal for six months. No cell service = Hell, obvs.

I got to watch the devil at work sometimes as I was carrying a bucket through Hell, although he was never quite in-frame as it were. He seemed to especially like tempting people who were waiting at a remote bus stop for a bus that wasn't showing up on time. I think those people were already sinners somehow and the Devil was just messing with them because he could, but possibly the Devil wanted to see how many people would sell their soul in return for the bus arriving on a cold winter road.

It was an emotionally taxing dream despite the usual bizarre dream-details. My coworker's torment seemed to include that they listened to music while scrubbing baths but their earbuds were always tangled. And I had enough spare time, apparently, to build a chiller out of some tubing and an ice chest for a kind of three-person beer-based water-pik ... why? Did I get part of some fraternity dentist's nightmare?

I still wish I knew what happened to S.
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jinian
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Time:2013-08-03 06:53 pm (UTC)
No cell service = Hell, obvs.

Clearly!

This sounds pretty cool, actually. I wish it really were a movie. Maybe minus the dental beer-hookah.
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marzipan_pig
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Time:2013-08-04 07:09 am (UTC)
That was harrowing just to read and you thought that all up while alseep? And 'pumice toilet', oh man. Good luck on getting some rest tonight!
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eub
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Time:2013-08-04 07:26 am (UTC)
Your brain seems pretty good at this Hell thing. Pumice urinals are the worst kind of urinals ever.

(Not to presume too much on dream logic, but if you died of CO poisoning, were you then back to life at the end?)
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