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    1. Twincest and Religious Molestation 8-26-2011

      by , 08-28-2011 at 04:21 AM
      Not sure if these were separate dreams or all one...

      I remember sharing a dorm room with Nick, a friend of mine. We each had a pair of bunk beds in a room much like the dorm room I was in this last summer. At one point I was alone in the room, and decided to crawl up on Nick's bed to watch TV easier. Somebody asked me why I was on his bed instead of mine... Time lapsed, then friends came knocking on my door looking for me. They told me to stop being lazy and come hang out with them, so I did. I think it was Sean and Frankie...

      Time lapse

      Next thing I know I'm dating my twin sister Frankie and my old friend Marty at the same time. Everybody acted like it was perfectly normal relationship, including myself. I hated being in a relationship with Marty because he was very boring and not good-looking at all. But Frankie and I were madly in-love, although at the same time I kept thinking "What the Fudge-monkeyzz?!!?". I don't know whether I was a guy or a girl still or what. It was messed up. At the same time, though, i didn't think it was odd. I just kept asking myself "Why in the world am I dating Marty?" I remember complaining to some friends about it later on, telling them how much I dread being around Marty (we have a very complicated friendship in real life...). I don't remember who these friends were that I was venting to, but I know I didn't recognize their auras from real life. (I honestly don't have any friends that I vent to like that in real life).

      Time Lapse

      Mom came to me and started telling me she wanted to go to the State Fair, that we she go to church right now and then go to the State Fair right afterwards. I hesitated for a moment, thinking that this was a very spontaneous thing for Mom to suggest and that if we went to the State Fair right away I would probably forget to bring something very important, but I agreed anyway. So Frankie, Mom and I headed to church (Frankie and I were just sisters again, thank the dear lord...).
      The church turned out to be on top of a very large building - not tall, but very long and wide - at a place I don't recognize. Giant digital screens were hoisted up on the sides of neighboring buildings, on which the sermon would be broadcasted on. I didn't recognize any of the people there, either. Anyway, Frankie and I were anxious to get the sermon over with so we could leave, so we knelt down (there were no chairs) very close to the screen hanging closest to us, thinking that would give us the best view, while Mom socialized with other people from the church. Two men approached Frankie and I and greeted us, both younger men, probably in their late-twenties. One of them, however, knelt down behind me and gave me a tight hug from behind, nestling his chin into my neck much the way Sean does in Real Life. It felt very comfortable, especially since I loved the way Sean did it, but the fact that it was the youth pastor that did this to me made me very uncomfortable. It was wrong.
      "Hello (Lionlite), we missed you," he told me very sweetly, right in my ear. I hated the tone in his voice, but I tried to smile and play along. He continued talking about how they've noticed I haven't been in church much lately and how I really need to make God the centerfold of my life and that I should come to some sort of events they had planned for the month. i felt very uncomfortable because he was still hugging me, and I tried to give him vague answers. Frankie was the only one who noticed my discomfort, and gave me an empathetic look.
      The youth pastor finally let me go and we both stood up. He casually asked me about my trip to Japan, and then finally walked off to talk to other people, thank the dear lord again.
      At that point Mom suddenly changed her mind about going to the State Fair, so she came up and told us we weren't going because going today would be too early. I agreed, although I was a bit disappointed that we couldn't go. "Maybe we could go next Saturday," I suggested, which was a week from the date in the dream, but technically tomorrow. Either way, it was the day i was supposed to leave for Japan. We all agreed that would be the best time to go.

      Why do I keep having dreams in which my gender is so questionable? This entire dream just made me feel sick to my stomach when I woke up...
    2. Japanese Military Ghost 8-25-2011

      by , 08-27-2011 at 12:38 AM
      Almost caught up to my present dreams.

      I know I had many dreams this night, but I could hardly remember any of them, and I woke up feeling rather unsettled after each one.
      Here is the only part of a dream which I can recall.

      I was crouched down in a bright room, on top of some bunk bed similar to that which I had in my previous dorm room. Then it turns out I was in some museum, and the bunk bed was now a hard, white ledge. Suddenly a ghost fazed up through the ledge with a moan, and I was so startled that I kicked out at it (my feet went right through it) and screamed, but the only way to get away from it was to go through it. I didn't though; we just stared at each other. I could only see its torso, but it was the bloodied ghost of a Japanese man in a military suit. He had no eyes, but his eye sockets were larger than normal, and black, empty space. It seemed he stared at me for a long time with his eyeless gaze, and I got the feeling he simply wanted me to know his anger and his pain, his torture.

      Some time later I was with my twin sister Frankie and Sean; Sean was sort of off to the side, not really listening while I told Frankie about what I had seen.
      "You kicked it good, straight in the eyeballs!" she said, so loud and clear that I nearly woke up. "Yeah, that one has a pathetic moan," she said as if she had worked in that place for a long time and knew of all the ghosts there. I think she felt sorry for this particular one.
    3. Always Running from Something... 8-24-2011

      by , 08-26-2011 at 11:48 PM
      Sean and I were walking up the main road of the trailer court, dressed in some sort of light armor and carrying small weapons. We were levels 6 and 7, but I don't remember who was which level (I have the feeling he was higher than I, as he is in most games we play together...). We were wandering around, nonchalantly searching for something to do, a new quest or something. We passed by two other people at the front of the trailer court who were also dressed in armor.
      "Hey, more newbies! Maybe we could travel together!" one of them said. I think they were levels 3 or 4.
      "No, Sean said quickly, and kept walking. We already had other high-level characters on other accounts, like in WOW, so we knew what we were doing and didn't want to be held back by new people... I think we were also enjoying our time being alone together, even though all we were doing was wandering around...
      The other two decided to follow us anyway, so Sean and I started sprinting down the street, trying to get away from them . We turned onto the bike path and slowed down a bit, thinking we lost them. Somehow Sean was suddenly on a bike, riding slowly while I walked beside him. We were just casually talking again, but when we looked back we saw the other two had also turned onto the bike path to follow us, both on their bikes. We picked up our pace a little bit, but I could only go so fast in armor.
      "We could go faster if I could get on your bike with you," I told Sean. He was stubborn though, and kept swerving his bike so I couldn't climb on. I don't think he really cared whether the other two caught up or not. "Come on, please?" I begged. "They're going to catch up to us!" He still wouldn't let me on. He pedaled yet faster so I had to jog to keep up. I started to sweat. I looked back, and the other two were still really far behind us. I kept bugging
      Sean to let me on his bike, so finally he did. He had a basket somehow on the back of his bike, really low to the ground, into which I put the backpack I suddenly had; then I stood on the basket and held onto his shoulders as he pedaled. He continued riding very slowly, though.
      "Why are you riding so slowly?" I asked him annoyedly.
      "Because there's too much weigh ton the bike," he replied matter-of-factly. I frowned at the back of his head, huffed, and got off.

      A little while later, the two behind us had disappeared, and then I had a bike of my own. Sean and I were slowly passing by a large blacked house that was hidden behind tall weeds and trees to our left. We could see through the foliage that there was a semi trailer parked next to the house, its open back facing us. There were a lot of men buzzing around te house and the trailer, many carrying heavy crates and boxes into the trailer and going back into the house, only to come back out with more heavy loads. There may have been people inside the crates... Sean and I wondered whether our missing friend was in one of those crates.
      We decided this was our next quest, to scope this house out and rescue anybody inside the crates. Sean jumped off his bike and let it slide into the weeds, then helped me hide my bike in the weeds nearer to the house. Then we snuck through the weeds and down the hill to get closer to the house. We were noticed by a few of the men almost immediately, and they began their pursuit of us. Instead of running away we ran closer to the house and to the right, away from the semi trailer. We tried to find an unlocked door, but the only ones that were unlocked were too dark to see inside. We chose to run into a dark room anyway; it was pitch black inside, and I almost immediately slammed into a tower of crates and boxes... I believe I was beginning to wake up at this point... the dream rewound a bit because I knew that crashing into the boxes would hurt too much, and I would not escape the men chasing us. So it rewound until we were back at the door and I was running in again - the light flashed on and suddenly it was bright as day in there. I avoided the crates and ran to the back wall where there was another closed door, with shovels and rakes propped up against the wall next to it. We ran back to try the door, but it was locked, so I grabbed the first weapon I could - a snow pusher...Sean and I had our backs to the wall as the men ran in after us. There were three of them - The skinny, young-looking Asian man in a grey hat ran towards me, in which case I shoved the snow pusher square at his chest. However, it was too soft, and I wasn't strong enough to do anything but pause his advance for a moment. He grabbed it by the handle, shoved it down, and lunged at me again. This time I kicked out at him, toe up, heel out, using the wall behind me to support myself and power my foot forward. That only sent him back a step, so I punched him in the face. Then I kicked again, and punched again, and kicked again... he tried to hit me once, put I slapped his arm away and punched again. Punch, kick, punch, kick... Everything was in slow motion. The man was a terrible fighter, I noticed. He hardly even tried. Next to me, Sean was halfway-wrestling a long-haired man who reminded me of Liam Nieson, and I couldn't see the third man but I heard him laugh. He sounded like my friend Cody.
      I was still stuck up against the wall, with the Asian man continuing his attempt to grab me while I punched and kicked him. We were at a standstill. I began to realize how odd this was, that these men were so slow. All I had to do was keep this up and he would not be able to get me, but I would not be able to get away either. I had to break the cycle and find a way out... I kicked my leg out again
      - and woke up with a start as my leg made contact with the mattress and caused my bed to shake. I was face-down in my pillow...

      I thought maybe if I don't move anymore and kept trying to imagine the dream scene again, the Asian man in front of me, his nifty hat, the long-haired man next to him... maybe I could fall back to sleep, maybe even have a lucid dream... But I could hardly picture the dream anymore. I knew it was already late morning and I was too awake from the jolt to fall back to sleep for a while. So I got up.

      I realize that I'm beginning to question the oddities in my dreams more often, but I have yet to have another lucid dream after the first accidental one.

      Updated 08-26-2011 at 11:50 PM by 49444

      memorable , non-lucid
    4. The Luggage Furnace 8-23-2011

      by , 08-26-2011 at 09:04 PM
      Sean and I were all packed for something and were travelling somewhere (probably a mixture of me helping Sean pack for college, and packing myself for Japan in RL). We each had two large suitcases (which I really do have for Japan...) and we were heading into this really rickety old train station/tunnel. The train was already waiting for us, and it turned out to be only a little rollercoaster-like car on an open track. The seats of each sections were wide enough to fit about three people, so Sean and I squeezed in the middle and put one suitcase each next to us, and one suitcase each under the seat in front of us. A girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail sat there. She greeted us, but I don't think she said much else. Somehow we found out (maybe the girl told us) that this train was headed for a furnace at the end of the line. People supposedly put their luggage and garbage on this train, some to be incinerated and some to be magically transported to wherever it needed to go. However, Sean and I didn't know how the magical process worked and we didn't want our stuff incinerated...The train began to move slowly, and I could see that it looped back and into a furnace not too far away... One seat moved into the incinerator at a time, and the train stopped each time. However, Sean and I couldn't get off the train yet, even though it would have been very easy to hop off at any moment as it was moving slow enough and there wasn't anything but dirt below; but we were waiting for something...
      Finally, the ride we were apparently waiting for showed up, in the form of the mother of one of Sean's wrestling buddies. We saw her drive her blueish SUV up right outside the tunnel and park, waiting for us. The blonde girl had disappeared by now as we sprang into action. Sean had to hop off and run outside to make sure it was okay with this lady that we put all of our stuff in her car, but by the time he got back there was a small baby-gate blocking the entrance to the train tunnel. He could have jumped over it easily, but it would have severely slowed our progress. Instead, I agreed to grab our luggage and toss it to him over the gate, where he would put it in the SUV. Our car was already nearing the furnace and I started to panic. I quickly grabbed a suitcase, ran over to the gate, and tossed it to Sean, but when I returned to our car the luggage had multiplied. I didn't take time to question it, I just knew I had to save it, so I grabbed as many random things from our car as I could and brought it to Sean. I kept going back and forth, and each time I returned there was more and more stuff on the seats, now mostly toys and junk from when i was a kid... it seemed to be taking forever for me to grab this all by myself, and I was becoming frustrated. Finally, as the furnace was getting very close and I could feel the heat now, i was nearing the end of our stash. The seat two ahead of us jerked into the furnace as I scrambled to grab the last large suitcase we had. I ran it to Sean, feeling relieved that I had gotten everything, but as I glanced back I noticed still one last suitcase, still under the seat in front of ours. I raced to grab it - it was heavy and nearly to big to fit under there - but I yanked it out just before that seat moved into the furnace... I dragged this last suitcase over to the gate, my arm hairs singed; On the other side of the gate Sean was in much less of a rush than I had been, so there were still suitcases piled on the ground on his side. I hopped over the gate and proceeded to help him pick it up. This is where Mom woke me up.
    5. I'm a Braggart 8-22-2011

      by , 08-26-2011 at 08:29 PM
      This dream was during a period of a few days that I didn't pay much attention to my dreams due to a little bit of real-world stress, so here is a fragment...

      I remember going mini-golfing by myself in a place where there were lots of other people already there, in groups, in couples, with their kids... I felt sort of out-of-place but perfectly fit-in at the same time. Anyway, I started talking to some other guy there a couple years younger than me, who had come there with friends but split up with them for some reason. We were in the middle of a casual conversation when my friend Adam (my usual DM in RL) came up to me to tell me about a new DnD mission he had for me in the DnD world, a different dimension, but that i had to keep it under wraps. He left really quickly. Apparently I didn't keep this new mission thing serious, because I started bragging to this other guy about how I play DnD and about how much I loved it. I knew I shouldn't be bragging, but I couldn't stop my dream self from doing so...This other guy told me that he played DnD, too, but not as long as I had, so we had a conversation about DnD.... I think later on we both had to work on the mission together, and the other guy ended up being smarter and stronger than me. I don't remember any of what the mission was, but I distinctly remember waking up feeling incredibly ashamed that I had opened up my big mouth in the first place.

      This dream made me wish I could go back to the days where I was quiet, too shy to talk to anyone. Everybody assumed I was smart because I did my homework and got all A's, but I never had to say something and have it proved wrong... Whereas now I'm a little more open, but don't know how to say what I really mean a lot of the time, so I end up sounding like an ass or trying to make myself look a little better than I really am, and turn out to be an idiot. I habitually open my mouth even when I shouldn't.
    6. The Underground Utopia and the Solution to the Vampire Problem 8-17-2011

      by , 08-25-2011 at 05:33 PM
      Sean, my twin sister Frankie, and I went to visit a friend's house in a different town. This was a person I didn't really know, and they lived in a very broken-down area of the city, but we visited for a very long time. Unfortunately it was getting dark byt the time we wanted to leave and our friend insisted that we stay because there were vampires that lived down the road. They were miserable creatures that hated what they were but still needed to survive, so they only attacked people who were outside at night. If there was no one outside, then the vampires would have no meal for the day. It was sort of an unspoken agreement between the citizens of the town and the vampires that the vampires would only attack the stupid people who went outside at night and were probably causing trouble anyways. So nobody really went outside at night, and those that did were chosen for dinner.

      Sean, Frankie, and I chose to go out anyway. We weren't scared, just a little anxious. We go tin our car and began driving. Right away I knew they were aware of us being outside, so I urged Sean to find shelter, quick. He obliged. We ended up about two blocks down the street and got out. People were looking at us like we were morons, but we ignored them and went into a building that I can only describe as a warehouse. This was apparently the place most homeless people went at night, since even they refused to be vampire dinner, and some of them had even formed some sort of vampire committee in the rooms in a level below. Though some vampires may have sneaked into ground floor of the warehouse every once in a while, no vampire had ever set foot down below, so we chose to go downward.

      We found a small band of people who didn't look homeless at all, but who were gathered around the table discussing vampires. They merely nodded their acknowledgement of our presence and continued their plot on how to rid themselves of the vampires. if the vampires really hated what they did, they would quit feeding on humans and let themselves die. Self-sacrifice for the good of humanity. Since they didn't care enough to stop their feeding habits, however, the people felt it was their duty to kill the vampires.
      I mentally agreed that it wasn't right for the vampires to feed on humans... however, I reflected that it was a common occurance in the natural world for the strongest species to prey on the weaker ones, so why did the humans feel it was so morally wrong for the vampires - the stronger species - to feed on the humans? However, self-preservation was a natural thing for any species, vampires and humans alike, so it was natural for the vampires to want to feed, and for the humans to not want to be fed on. I felt that it was hypocritical for the humans to regard the vampires' self-preservation as less valid than their own; besides, how many humans if ever faced with a similar dilemma as the vampires would choose to let themselves die instead of hurting others? Most humans are too selfish... so very few would actually contradict their self-preservative nature and let themselves die for the greater good.

      Right after this long moment of reflection, my nature of self-preservation kicked in and agreed that the vampire problem needed to be fixed. Apparently the only solution was located way down below in the dungeons. Nobody knew what this solution was because nobody had ever come back from the dungeons. All died valiantly in the process of finding it.

      Sean and I decided to go down there, as well as a few other people in the group. What we found down there was not exactly what I was expecting. Though there were a few monsters and deadly traps, these monsters were weak and the traps were easily avoidable. We lost a couple unsuspecting men in the very beginning, but after that the rest of us stayed on our toes well-enough to avoid everything. What stumped us the most were puzzles and levers... sort of like a Legend of Zelda dungeon. The main obstacle I can remember is a large, highly-decorated room with for lit candles on stands on the outside of a circle in the middle of the room. On each wall there were giant, similarly-decorated doors, 3 silver and one bronze door. We split up and each explored the different doors, but I was the only one that chose the bronze door. It had a large design of a monster on the front, a giant handle like a steering wheel, and a large red button on a stand to the side. I tried the handle, but it wouldn't budge, so out of curiosity I punched the red button. Cold air flooded in from the sides of the door as it suddenly screeched open, and the next thing I knew is that I was feebly dodging between the giant feet of a stampede of giant stone constructs, all blackish-grey, and probably 20-feet tall each. None of them seemed aggressive, merely intent on charging forward through the door without even a downward glance at us. It seemed there were endless numbers of them, so in a panic I pressed the red button again. The bronze door flung itself shut, blocking anymore of the constructs from coming in. When I turned around I didn't see any of the creatures still in the room, so I figured they must have gone through the door on the other side; all of the men in my group seemed highly frazzled, but shook their heads at me. Sean came up to me, and urged me to take his hand like I was a child in a grocery store touching too many things. We all decided to go through one of the silver doors instead.

      I don't remember anything in particular that was through that door, but I know it took us through a long series of frustrating obstacles that left us weary and disappointed at the end, especially when we found out that it led to nowhere. We knew we had to turn back and go through that bronze door anyway. This time when we got back to the center room, we all stood prepared for what was to come as Sean went boldly forward to press the red button. This time, since we were expecting the giant stone constructs to come stampeding through the door, so we calmly stood off to the side and watched them... We were calm enough to notice now that the constructs simply dissipated in the air as they charged into the room; not only that, but there were less than ten of them, coming from a col environment on the other side of the door. We were all relieved... it must have been an illusion... and we headed forward through the bronze door.

      There's another break in my memory, but the next image in my mind is of Sean's hand grabbing a silver door handle in front of us. Somehow, my mother was the third and only other person in our party now as he opened the door and we left the dark tunnel - into a glowing, bright-white indoor mall. Though I was extremely confused to find this place underground, Sean and I were elated to see that the store directly in front of us was a Gamestop.

      We explored the mall for a short time and discovered that this small mall was in reality a self-sufficient little village of people, where each of the employees lived in homes above their respective stores. It didn't take us long to find a traditional gaming store either, filled with people already in the middle of card games, board games, RPGS, and whatever else. Mom decided to stand outside, having the preconception that many RPG games are "evil" in nature or whatever, but Sean and I gladly went in and joined different games. I chose to watch a card game for a while before joining in on a board game, while Sean joined in an an RPG right away.

      We played for what seemed like a ling time before Sean firmly set down his game piece and stood up. "I got it," he said to me across the room. "I understand now."
      "What do you mean?" I asked.
      "Come one, we can go now," he said, motioning me to follow.
      "What do you understand? Why are we leaving?" I took his arm and followed him out the door. He, Mom and I quickly began our trek back through the mall, through the door we came in, into the dungeon, and up to the surface. We passed by the vampire committee and the homeless people without hardly a word, except for Sean telling them " We found the solution." And we left the building before they had even begun their celebration of our return alive.
      A few more things happened before we woke up, but I don't remember any of it. All I remember is continuing ask Sean what he meant, what the solution was, and why he wouldn't tell me...
      non-lucid , memorable
    7. Conflict and the Sacred Dice 8-15-2011

      by , 08-25-2011 at 04:07 PM
      So much happened!

      I remember waking up in bed with Sean, except he didn't look like Sean. He was still black, but he was tall and very muscular, with a large muscular chest, and I don't think he was completely human. He kept bothering me to get up because he had company coming. So we both got up and he started putting on some awesome clothes, some sort of weird armor that was a mixture of spartan and space elements, medallions, and other things I don't remember. He was some sort of military commander.

      The next thing I knew he was gone and there were two other women standing off in the corner of the room; I was in a drab shirt/gown, picking up handfuls and handfuls of tiny dice from a table behind me and pouring them onto what was once the bed but was something else now. The two women kept nagging each other. One kept complaining about "Why can't I have this?" or "Why can't I be that?" while the other answered annoyedly "Because you don't have enough this" or "You haven't had training for that." Their auras were similar to that of two guys I know, Tyler and Scott, respectively.

      I think that's when Sean came back. "We're moving the men out," he proclaimed. "Your men and your men," he pointed to 'Tyler' and 'Scott,' "will be headed for (some place I don't remember), and I'll send my men to (some other place I don't remember... I'm horrible at these kind of details...)." He was referring to little lego men on a game board, I reflected in my mind's eye.
      "What about my little guy? He teamed up with you guys yesterday," I told Sean meekly. 'Scott' answered instead.
      "He can't go with because he never fully declared his alliance with us by moving his residence to our base," he said. I knew this base was a place where my little guy would have had to risk his life and relationships to get to, and the both of us had been naive enough to think that he could be a part of this group without actually risking his life. This was no regular army, but a group of rogue soldiers who were fighting against the government.

      I gave Sean a pleading look. Why hadn't he told me this?

      "He's right," Sean said, "You should have known this." He turned to leave, and waved for Scott and Tyler to follow him. Sean was always the unbiased man, I reflected half-proud of him but still disappointed.

      The next thing I remember is watching my Mom play a video game where her character (which looked similar to Sock Boy) was flying through the air in a Jungle area; she soon maneuvered him so that he landed on his belly on a vine-slide and slid down it for a long time as it twisted and weaved in various directions. Suddenly it wasn't a game anymore. My consciousness was following him to this hidden wooden structure that was half-built into a cave, where we could hear this monstrous noise from inside, growling and snarling and destroying things. I knew this was the place where all the sacred dice were kept. I waited silently outside until the monster emerged. He was big and ugly, and giant brownish mass of teeth, thick limbs, and ooze, looking around with only one eye. He sensed my presence (even though I had no body at this point), and charged in my direction, so I turned and ran. I needed to tell someone.

      The next thing I remember is my consciousness following a gorgeous black woman as she soared through the sky. She reminded me of Storm from the X-Men, except she had really long, dark-brown hair. And she looked angry. She landed on a ledge on top of a very tall building on which one of the women from earlier stood waiting for her. This second women no longer held the aura of Scott or Tyler... I didn't recognize her at all. My focus was on the black woman, her thick, sexy lips; her white lipstick; round, piercing eyes; thin, strong arms; a long, slender, sexy neck; and the tints of grey weaved in with the few braids in her hair. This woman was in her early forties but still seemed very strong. She approached the other woman - who was not fully human - and got right in her face. She began blaming the other woman for the monster in the dice keep, demanding to know who had leaked its location and why. The other woman became furious and tried to defend herself. Finally she got right back into the first woman's face and put her foot down.
      "I CHOSE to work (with whatever organization at some specific time which I don't remember) so I could HELP you protect it, to work WITH you!"
      The black woman took a step back, knowing she was wrong to have blamed the second woman. But she was still angry.
      That's when my mother woke me up.

      Updated 08-25-2011 at 04:24 PM by 49444 (added date)

      non-lucid , memorable
    8. Run-in with Death, and Betrayal 8-8-2011

      by , 08-25-2011 at 01:09 AM
      I was standing out of the door frame of a small-ish vehicle floating out in the middle of a lake. Two other people were with me, whom I didn't recognize but I knew they were my friends, one guy and one girl. I wasn't myself, for the most of the dream. I felt like a guy. My consciousness kept flickering back to myself, but for the most part I felt like I was a guy I know in real life named Shane.
      The three of us were on a mission to meet someone - Satan. Images of magazine covers and internet articles flashed in my mind's eye with 'Satanism' and similar titles in big bold letters. I knew that the writers of those articles knew very little of their subject matter, that it was all just religious hype and media frenzy... but I knew. In fact I was on my way to meet the man right now.
      I could see a small group of figures across the water, hovering above the surface, all in white tunics and slouchy pants pulled in at the ankles... like the style of clothing Indian men sometimes wear. He was among them, feigning unawareness of our approach. Suddenly my two partners had to use the bathroom. They didn't know whom we were approaching and thus weren't afraid, but they jumped out of the car and swam back to shore. I grit my teeth in disappointment that they had left me at the most inconvenient time. I couldn't fight Him alone, and he knew it, too. As soon as I took my eyes off of my friends' backs, I knew he was coming for me. Before I was all the way turned around to face him he was already hovering over the hood of my car - it was a blueish SUV, I think. My breath caught for a second... his grin and pitch-black eyes could freeze the blood, but... the rest of him...
      He was bald and pale, with soft features, and the glowing white tunic only served to make him appear more harmless. He wasn't here to kill me. My male consciousness opened his mouth and began bad-mouthing the king of the underworld, causing me to mentally face-palm. As stupid as it was to use sarcasm against the man who was probably the inventor of hurtful language, I couldn't stop my alter-ego. Our opponent's grin turned sour at such disrespect; he and my alter-ego shared a heated conversation which I cannot recall, but then I knew it was time to stop this. His slight unamusement did not prevent his tunic from emitting an almost-blinding glow from the sunlight.
      I ducked our body back into the car and began frantically shutting the doors and windows. It didn't help. I knew He could drown us in a second. He didn't though. Instead he forced the passenger-side window down without hardly a twitch of a muscle, and lowered himself to stare me in the eyes. My alter-ego broke loose with insults again, much to my displeasure. Lucifer's frown slowly turned upward and my heart began to thump against my chest. Suddenly the passenger side door (upon which I was leaning) flung open as Lucifer took a mid-air-step backwards. "Oops, your door is open," he chimed, in the most soothing, melodic male voice I have ever heard, and he floated away with a soft chuckle. Only then did the car begin to sink. I quickly crawled to the driver's side and opened the door. As I stood up to jump off, the water began to get wild and I could see my friends beginning to wade back to the car, too engulfed in conversation to notice the danger.
      "Guys! Don't come any closer!" I called to them. They stopped, confused, as I jumped out and swam to them. I was surprised at how fast I could even though I usually can't swim at all. just as I had reached them and stood up to explain what had just happened, my male friend noticed our sinking car. He placed a rough hand on my head and dunked me under water again.
      "THIS is for letting our car go to waste!" he growled at me as I struggles to get out of his grip. I was not afraid of drowning, but I became even more angry the longer he held me underwater. Finally he released me. I stood up and passed him to hide myself behind a building nearby on the beach.
      Lucifer hadn't meant to kill me, though he could have in an instant, I reflected. But my friends had just deeply hurt me by not even giving me a chance to explain myself and blaming me after I had come so close to Death. I would just let them go back out to try to save the car, and let them face the same peril I had just escaped from. I would never speak to them again.