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For several year as a child (about age 4-8) I had numerous recurring dreams. All of these recurring dreams were scary, except one. The non-scary dreamed started out in my bedroom, with me sleeping in my bed. The cat in the hat would fly into my bedroom through the window, grab me by the hand, and we would fly out of my window into the night. We would arrive at my first grade classroom. Several of my classmates were in the classroom and were smiling and seemed happy. The cat in the hat and I would then fly into an electric pencil sharpener. Inside the electric pencil sharpener was a winding hallway that seemed to be angled downward. There were many closed doors in the hallway, all painted different colors/patterns. We reach a rainbow colored door, and the cat in the hat and I enter through it. We end up in a room with one wall made of glass. I gaze out through the glass wall and can see my classmates playing on the playground and then the dream ends.

I dreamed that I lived in a castle that I had built with my own hands. I had carved every inch of exposed wood. My wife was complaining that I spent more time taking care of and building the castle than I did her. I stab her in the ear with a pencil and she falls to the floor screaming then a bunch of rats come out and start biting on her and she dies. I walk down a very wide stair case to the living room and there is a fat lady sitting on a white leather couch looking out my floor to ceiling windows in the back of the house. A few feet behind her is a row of very large cages which hold a couple of lions and a gorilla. I climb up on the door of the end cage and let out the two lions. They attack the fat lady and she dies. I go inside the cage to keep myself away from the lions. The gorilla cage is connected to the lion cage with a single door. The gorilla holds up a key as if to tell me he can get to me if he wants. I exit the cage and flip a switch on the lock which makes the lock permanently locked and cannot be opened with a key. The lock casing is made of brass and I had carved it as well. I exit the castle through a hidden door near the cages. Once outside I stand back and look at the magnitude of my castle. I climb up the outside wall because some of the stones are sticking out just enough for a foot/hand hold. I enter back into the castle through an open window. I take a phone book off a small table in the room and set it on fire in order to burn down the castle.

It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

I was at the house working. I went into the bathroom and got in the bathtub and started to bathe. I was clothed to an extent. I didn't have any pants on. I lay back in the water and started to thing about why people commit suicide. The whole bathroom was a dark shade of gold. As I thought, I slowly submerged myself under the water and thought "This is it. I can feel myself slipping away..." Then right as everything started to get blurred and dark I came out of the water and started to cry. I sobbed loudly and ferociously and I watched the tears drop into the water and disappear.

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