Going to Hell

[jwgh]

I had a dream last night in which I went to Hell.

Most of the dream took place in a Limbo-like place where I and a bunch of other people were waiting to be judged. (I think we went there by bus.) It transpired that God had only recently actually begun creating things, and that everything and everyone that I had previously encountered had been fake (and I myself had not been real), just sort of a thought experiment by God to make sure he got everything right.

Then God finally got around to making some stuff. The first two things He made were the tenth and third levels of Hell. [I don't know if Hell is actually supposed to have that many levels, or if so what they're for, but that's what it was in the dream.] Then, once those were sorted out, He made me and one other guy named Ray Bonneville (not someone I know in real life). Then, being as we were unrepentant sinners and all, he sent us to Hell (10th level). The next day he created about a dozen other people and sent them to Hell too. This is about where I woke up.

It turns out that if there's just you and one other guy in Hell it's not that bad -- hot and humid and far from pleasant, but, you know, you adapt. (Or at least I did; Ray got pretty morose.) [Providence is going through a muggy spell -- in Providence we call these spells 'summer' -- and I think this influenced my vision of Hell.]

Also, there was a toy store in Hell. It sold some odd crushed objects that I realized after a couple of minutes were models of cars that had been in bad car wrecks.

Despite the potentially grim subject matter, the overall mood pervading this dream was cynical amusement.

Comments

[reverendluke.livejournal.com]

You know, I had a dream about going to hell about a week or so ago, too. I forgot all about it until I read this just now. I remember waking up and thinking "God, what a bizarre subject for a dream" and thinking I ought to post about it, but then didn't... Maybe as I remember more of it now, I will.

[zadcat.livejournal.com]

Ray Bonneville is a Montreal-based blues musician. Did you know that?

[jwgh]

Thinking about it, I think I saw him play a year or two ago in Pawtucket on a double bill with Louise Taylor. So that must have been where I got the name.

But the guy in my dream was a different guy. I think.

[mmcirvin.livejournal.com]

Well, the Dante version has nine levels, with Satan frozen in the middle of the lake of ice on the ninth. So I suppose the tenth level is just for you and Ray Bonneville and the crushed toy cars.

[jwgh]

My own personal hell, except for that other guy. Fair enough.

A nitpick: They were toy crushed cars, not crushed toy cars. I hope the distinction is clear.