Escape from Damnation / First Flight</span>
I'm strictly an observer, have no body, am not really there, I just see. What I see are beings, creatures, locked in eternal combat. They tear each other apart, only to regenerate painfully, torn flesh pulling itself back together, only to rise up again and continue the battle. It seems the only reason the attack each other is because if they don't, the others will kill them first. (Kind of like the the Lower Primate Commitee Thinking Experiment) They fight with weapons, or tooth and nail. Watching the sheer greusome ferocity, I know this is Hell.
I see a furry guy get blown to absolute smithereens, and splatterd across a wall. His pulpy remains start to creep together into one furry, fleshy mass in the center of the wall. That wall then become the wall of room full of people, including my brother and myself. The furry patch on the wall remains and there is no way out of the room.
Everyone in the room knows that if we touch that patch of fur, all hell will break loose, like I had just witnessed. Only we would be the ones doomed to tear each other apart for all eternity. My brother goes up to the patch and touches it really quick, jokingly, but nothing happens.
Nobody wants to touch the patch of fur, but there is no way out of the room, no food, no bathrooms, just a lot of people in a tight space beginning to panic.
People are starting to freak out and I realize the bitter irony of the situation. It's going to just as bad in this room as the hell I had witnessed wether we touch the patch of fur or not. The frenzied killing I had just seen was a direct of the mass hysteria i was standing in.
Things are just about to approach the breaking point, and i think "NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO!!!!!!! This can't be happening!!!!!!"
And i realize it IS a dream. But I still want to get out of that room as badly as ever, so without thinking, I dive THROUGH the wall. I come out the other side of the wall, a little suprised it worked, and totally unprepared for the hard ground I'm about to hit in a very bad fall. But before I hit, I figure since I'm already stretched out like Superman from the dive through the wall, I might as well fly!
So I do! I fly and fly, stay lucid for quite awhile. But eventually my legs started to sag down. It was like trying to float on the water but not being able keep your legs up (a vived childhood memory from my grandmother's pool). With my legs dragging I gently sank to the ground
<span style="color:#FF0000">Once on the ground I see a forest of giant crystal mushrooms, which was so fantastically beautiful, I completely forgot about every that had just happened and went off to take a close look
I recently read about Emmanuel Swedenborg, the guy who coined the term hypnagogic. That dream bore a remarkable resemblance to some of the hells he described.
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