The Dream Thread

[Brittany]

I had such an ODD dream last night. Big chunks of it are missing, but I remember in one part I looked like this woman from WWII- that classic style with the curls in my hair, wearing a suit dress, etc. I ran into someone else who looked just like me, and come to find out some government program had cloned my body, as well as the body of several others. All the other people clones were made from were killed, but I had survived somehow. Aliens (or some other sort of creatures) had then inhabited the bodies and taken over the roles of the ones they had been cloned from. The woman posing as me said that my personality imprint was still affecting her mind. She didn't want to have my personality, and she didn't want to pretend to be me. She just wanted to do her own thing in her shiny new body. There were some big thugs coming up, like mafia-looking guys, and I think some sort of fight broke out but I can't remember.

Later (this may have been an entirely separate dream) I and several friends decided to magically gain access to hell somehow. I don't know WHY we wanted to go to hell, but we wound up down there. It was the classic hell like in Dante's Inferno, having so many levels to it and you were assigned to a level based on what you had done, though the visuals weren't quite the same. A lot of the different areas of hell looked like run down old neighborhoods. I remember we went into the level for Lust and it was pretty much just people having sex everywhere. It didn't look SO bad, except that the neighborhood was really crappy. There was a female demon that ran the level of Lust. Her name started with a C and I talked to her, but I don't remember much of that.

So finally we get all the way down to the last level of hell where Lucifer is supposed to reside. It looked a lot like somebody's basement. No fire and brimstone, no ice, no demons or monsters, just concrete walls and random junk stacked against them. Still, for some reason the place seemed very foreboding. By this point we had realized that coming to hell was a big mistake and just wanted to go back home, but of course that's not how it worked. Lucifer had sort of a secretary who said only one of us would be allowed to return and the rest would have to stay. She looked me over and said there was at least a fairly good chance I might be the one that got to go back.

Then Lucifer strolls into the room. He looked Mediterranean, with tan skin and semi-long black curly hair. He had a distinct, straight nose and piercing brown eyes and was wearing a black business shirt and black pants. He had the appearance of being in his mid-30's. I found him marginally attractive but nothing I would swoon over, which I found odd because I've always imagined that the "devil" would present himself as everything you desire.

He ignored us all at first, then he came over to me and said "Let's dance." and I got embarrassed and told him I don't know how to dance. He just smiled and said "Yes, you do." and he pulled me out into the middle of the floor and was trying to dance with me, but I literally did NOT know how to do the type of dance he was wanting to do (ballroom dancing), and I was just stumbling around trying to follow his movements and looking like a ninny. He seemed to get bored with this pretty quickly and I felt bad because how many people get the opportunity to dance with Lucifer, and here I was messing it all up.

Then he told me that if I could win this dance contest he was having, he would let me go. I pointed out that I had just illustrated the fact that I had little knowledge of formal dancing and he just waved it off. There was this weird, special kind of dance style that had to be followed that I can't really describe now...it had something to do with which foot you moved at which time, and each foot could only be moved in certain ways, as if the feet were chess pieces. Some other people were dancing in that style and it looked cool but remarkably difficult. I really didn't want to dance in a contest when I couldn't even dance for fun.

At some point I was very close to Lucifer and I suddenly felt this overwhelming attraction to him, even though I didn't find him especially handsome. I was this close to just hurling myself onto him. I quickly realized this was a glamour, though, or simply a result of standing too close to his aura, so I fought back the urge.

Finally I think he said something that made me angry, and I was like "Fine! You want a dance, I'll f***ing dance!" And I started dancing in the style I usually dance in, which is completely spontaneous and tribal, and somehow I was able to also dance in the contest style. I really had no idea what I was doing, I was just letting it happen. Lucifer was watching and the smile on his face was growing wider and wider. When I finished he said I could go home.

I ended up popping up in this neighborhood that was pretty far from my house. I wasn't even sure where I was, and was a bit annoyed, figuring this was a parting joke from Lucifer. This man drove up in a car, and in the dream I knew him and was mad at him because he had betrayed my family or something...not much of it really makes sense now. At first I was going to get in the car with him, but he kept saying really rude and callous things and finally I grabbed my stuff out of his car and told him to get lost and started walking home.