I know other people's dreams are really boring but I had to post this one because it was so entertaining I woke up laughing.
I dreamed I was in hell. Hell was like a circular office with lots of corridors. To get around you just lifted your feet up in the air and levitated. When you got promoted (which meant you went down to the next circle of glass corridors - an inverse hierarchy ) you got a little hover bike thing. But everyone secretly enjoyed just levitating the best.
I bumped into someone from work there, and had a moment of surprise, as he is a nice guy. But then I realised he was very corporate and ambitious, which fitted in with the corporate, hierarchical nature of hell.
There was a lot of traffic between heaven and hell. People kept sneaking into hell to have sex with the demons. I wondered why and then when I saw the angels, I realised it was because the angels had no genitals. The details of heaven were a bit vaguer.
I'm an atheist, so I've no idea where all that came from.
About pretension
2 weeks ago
According to something I was reading yesterday angels are actually kittens who die young so I'm not surprised no-one wanted to have sex with them.
ReplyDeleteOh good grief.
ReplyDeleteI think "having sex with the demons" was a metaphor for buying a Sony Vaio from John Lewis.
ReplyDeleteYou're in roughly the right profession but want to go your own way? While having sex with demons?
ReplyDeleteSounds like a "Cheese Dream"... I always have really weird dreams if I have chesse (or sometimes chocolate) too close to bedtime
ReplyDeleteI used to meet daemons when I smoked crack. They weren't sexy though. One looked like Sammy Wilson of the DUP but with horns. Yuk.
ReplyDeleteRog - teehee!
ReplyDeleteBiB - do you think there is some significance in dreaming I met a colleague in hell?
Steve, mmm cheese. And chocolate. Isn't there an album called just that?
Tuesday Kid, daemons, really really? I just googled Sammy Wilson and wished I hadn't.
Yeah he's not a pretty lad.
ReplyDeleteI know the whole 9/11 72 virgins thing was the theological version of an urban myth, but I did wonder what the immolated jihadi were supposed to *do* with them. An eternity of pants-on dry-humping?
ReplyDeleteChristopher Brookmyre (who I love) says something about that in one of his books - his character speculates why you'd want a virgin and not someone with a bit more experience anyway?
ReplyDeleteThank goodness there wasn't singing - that means 'the friend' is on its way.
ReplyDeleteGarth Ennis, a marvellous writer of comics, addresses the issue of Muslim Martyrs and their 72 virgins in a very novel way in his “Chronicles of Wormwood” series.
ReplyDeleteThe (Anti) Hero of this series takes some friends on a road trip to Heaven (Stay with this), where they come across a Muslim suicide bomber. One of the friends (A rabbit I think; really, just stay with it) asks how such a murder ended up in Heaven. The Martyr opens a door and inside are 72 babies, all crying to be fed. With tears in his eyes, the Martyr explains that he has his place in Heaven and his 72 virgins, but he is no more than a wet nurse to the infants for all eternity. Not quite what he expected!
I don't think I've ever dreamed about singing Arabella. Must be un-musical.
ReplyDeleteSteve, ha! That is lateral thinking. That name rings a bell - I used to read a comic called Crisis a long time ago.
Yes, he was indeed a writer on Crisis. I have the first 12 issues of that in my big box of comics... a bit yellowed and tatty now, but much loved
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