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I dreamt horrible things last night, but at the same time, kind of interesting things.
I went into a house, it looked like Jen's big semi-McMansion in Sparta, but a different layout and her OLD kitchen from like 15 years ago. There on the counter sat a rather beautiful girl my age who I didn't know, and around the table, my Mom, Jen, Julie, a few people recognized but didn't know well, and randomly Christian, a guy from Camp Warwick where I worked this past summer.
So the girl got up and shook my hand. It was a strange feeling when she did, and the table of people were tense as she did. The girl then said "You may join me on the counter."
It was then that I gain the realization that she was Satan. I swear, it was the weirdesat feeling. She was Satan, the Devil, Lucifer, in the form of a pretty girl my age. And she wasn't making me sit at that table but on the counter. I did what I was told, but she wasn't commanding me, she was offering, although I was privileged.
She then got out an array of things. She got out guns and blunt objects, brooms and poles, a hose, and a large black box with a green button in the center. "I want you to watch me, Lauren," she spoke smoothly. Her voice was beautiful, it made me love her. The people at the table disagreed - each time Satan spoke, the cringed and tried to cover their ears. I realized that the voice was hurting them, and that thei arms were somewhat bound to the chairs, on short lines that just kept them from touching their faces, even if they bent over. Jen's face was bleeding, but not badly, just a little blood, and the rest of the table looked okay.
Satan stood and grabbed a pole, and went around the table. One by one, she beat the people in the chairs, one by one she caused agony for them all. one by one, they screamed in pain in front of me, as this pretty girl beat them across the face, hands, and, making them stand (I know they were bound but this is a dream) and lashing them across the backs.
She then took her guns and began to shoot the people, one by one, right in the face. The faces and heads of the people looked like those in History of Violence - backs of their heads sticking to the walls - but they survived, screaming in gurgles from deep in their throats. It was horrible.
The most disturbing part, though, is that during all of this, which except for the screaming was virtually silent, Satan and I made small talk. She talked about the weather, my classes, she laughed and sang and made jokes. She tortured effortlessly in the strange house of Hell, and her breath never waivered. She smiled at me, I liked her, she was being so nice to me, and yet, my eyes were full of tears as she caused ridiculous pain on my friends and loved ones.
Suddenly I woke up and rolled over, but falling asleep, fell right back into the dream. The people were standing now, not hurt at all, but in a state of shock. Satan was older now, the same girl aged about 20 years, and she smiled at me as I entered. "Laur," she said, "We're going to do something new today. You won't be hurt by it, but you need to leave." For the first time, I heard her grating, devilish voice in my head, and it hurt as though my head were expanding from the inside. "You will warn no one, Lauren, and this will be the end." Her smiled returned, and her sweet voice. "Mortals in peril deserve death. Use your best judegement," she said, and I stood for a moment.
Satan turned into a tiny butterfly, and perched on the green button from before. She began to grow larger and larger, and as her weight increased, the button slowly, slowly depressed. It was infinitely slow, and I knew this was my chance. As I began to rise and go, another butterfly followed me, and I knew it was Satan making sure I didn't warn anyone. I hugged everyone tightly and lingered close to their ears and whispered "I love you, it's over," to them all. There was relief and joy in their eyes, and they kissed me.
For some reason, ther butterfly flew off as I approached Christian. Hugging him, I whispered, "You have to leave. Right now."
And he did. He nodded, He said nothing, spoke no words, and I gathered our things. Somehow I knew I'd be okay and he'd be okay. The green button depressed, and the house was flooded with green light. In slow motion, in tiny clips, I saw each member of the group dying, blood running from their ears as a horrible sound was emitted from the walls. The beautiful, singing laughter of Satan rang throughout, but the people dying were not sad, they died with smiles. Dying is a blessing in Hell.
Christian and I escaped, which was strange to me indeed.
I woke up and shook uncontrollably for a few minutes before getting in the shower. Why was Satan my friend? The only thing I can think of is the beautiful conversation Matt and I had yesterday, about God and the Devil and the intentions of the two. Maybe, and obviously you're not supposed to speculate about dreams, since they're false, but maybe it's because Satan was an angel. See, Satan can torture people who don't come to christ (although my mom and Jen and Julie and Christian are all people who believe in Jesus, so I don't kn0w) but s/he is really just a fallen angel. So God's power is much stronger, and I wound up in the wrong place, so Satan was pleasant. She couldn't touch me because God was on my side, so she made the best of it, torturing those on her list and chatting with me.
It was a scary, sad, but very interesting and colorful dream.