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I'm playing a spyro game in this dream. I remember I just finished one level and am just moving into the next.
This next level looked very serene. Right when you came in there was a stream right in front of you that fell into a waterfall. Though, in this little stream, there was an island. Beside the waterfall, over the edge, was a bridge. It's long and skinny and led to a cave of sorts.
After seeing the area you are in, a cut scene played, spyro jumped to the island in the middle and the "maiden of hell" (since I never did catch her name, well just call her this) came through the opening we just did. She had long, flowing, ginger hair, a fire red dress, which at the end had a "moving fire effect". She had a party of sorts going on and I guess we were supposed to crash it.
After the cut scene finished, I searched around the the island which had a shack. I noticed the effects looked rather close to skyrims here. You picked the lock, went inside and found loot that could help you.

After leaving the hut, an alarm went off, giving away my position in the game.
Just as this alarm went off, two giant headed things, that I can only describe as bipedal trapinch with a spear came out from the entrance.
I also noticed the lake had now turned from water to fire. Well, as I went to go fight these trapinch like creatures, they decided to be idiots and just run into the now fiery lake.
Just after the one beautiful maiden of hell decided to turn into a siren. Her dress was now ripped up, her hair faced every direction, her fingers had grown sharp, her eyes glowed and she can float above ground.
I started attacking her and then after about four hits she glitches up in the fire as well, which got a good chuckle out of me.

And from then I woke up.

This is a very old LD and my first. It was so vivid I wrote it down. This was before the Internet. So it's been awhile.

I lay on my single bed in my room. Everything in it's place. Laying on my back listening to Pearl Jam "My Tree". I must have entered through WILD.

A great being in a gray robe entered my room, the room shifted around him to accommodate his size. He was very large, approximately 8'. He moved forward to the edge of my bed and reached out a skin tight red gloved hand with long sharp nails. I took it and we were instantly transported to a colossally tall hall, paved in shinning marble and lit by braziers.

We walked, my hand in his for a moment. On either side were tall statues, carved of glistening marble. On the left were shattered statues of demons and dark champions. On the left were darkly gleaming statues of heroes and champions of an unknown race or time. All were clad in armor of some sort.

As I came to a "T" intersection. The hall lead forward, and to my left at a 90* angle. I realized that my guide was gone. The path in front of me went on into the darkness. The ceiling was so high it was beyond sight. I could just see the reversal of the statues states before the braziers were no longer visible. The demons were now resplendent and polished, and the heroes lay in ruin.

I looked to my left and there was the beginning of a massive staircase on the right, and on the left a pair of bat wing doors, such as in old Western saloons, behind the doors was a dark deep purple miasma, the doors were massive, ten to twenty stories high. A withered old man in a San pan hat and an electric blue kimono, with a knurled cane stood guard. I don't know how I knew but his name was Nicotine.

I turned to the staircase, as I did so a massive demon, this is the only way I can describe it, moved forward out of the swirling purple storm. I could see massive eyes glowing red with hate, anger, and malice. It had rams horns, and a centaur body. It surged against the doors, but did not move. The tiny guard kept him at bay.

I began up the staircase, the stairs seemed to go on forever, I felt my legs becoming heavy and as I looked down there was massive armored boots such as those on the heroes in the hall. I continued on, the further I went the heavier I became, more armor was added by unseen armorers. One more step saw me to the top of the staircase.

At the top sat a king. A faceless pale figure in smooth ebony like armor guilded with gold in scrolling fashion. A crown sat on his head. His face was resting on his right hand and he seemed to be in deep thought, pondering something terrible and perplexing.

Behind him three maidens floated in brown robes. All of their faces were hooded from sight. One with blonde hair, and blazing sapphire blue eyes. One with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes that smoldered. One with raven black hair and burnished brown eyes. They floated with their hands clasped in front of them.

When the King finally saw that I was at the top of the stairs resting, he exclaimed but no sound came, his expression was that of "Now YOU'RE here, all is well!". No sooner had I made the top of the staircase than the Maidens swooped down and whisked me off. We ascended through the roof, the marble ceiling crumbling away as we fled. I looked down to see my dangling boots and the scene below me. The king was fighting the demon. Holding him at bay with a sword that seemed intollerably small. I looked back up and could see Earth. A blueberry in a black expanse.

I awoke in my room. The song just ending.

This, I was told, was my Jacob's Ladder dream. I would not have assumed the title for it myself, but it was given to me by a Pastor and a Biblical scholar.