I was in hell, and I had a team of cooks with me. We were in the kitchen ("hell's kitchen" is a recurring theme for me) and all my cooks were busy. The place was pristine, everything was in its place, all surfaces were clean, all was well... ...until Satan came in. He was extremely upset. He had hooves and horns, but all features beyond his silhouette were indistinguishable: he seemed to be completely made of molten lava. He stormed through the kitchen with such blazing heat that the surfaces melted, and in his wrath he destroyed my cooks, one by one. I stood near a counter, shocked and stunned. Such raw power, such extreme violence, such anger... and I was powerless to appease or defend. He took his time destroying the kitchen and my staff, and I had the feeling that I was an observer of the situation, until he stomped towards me, curses coming from his lava mouth. I laid down on the floor in complete submission and humility, because I felt any form of defiance would have been ludicrous. His crotch began to glow bright yellow, then white hot, and he urinated right over my prone form. The bright hot lava stream splashed near my body but I wasn't touched. When he finished he stalked away, still hot, still glowing, still angry, still frighteningly powerful. I woke up with the lingering feelings of fear accompanied by an adrenaline rush and a small bit of relief. The rest of the dream faded in the face of this event.
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