I had this dream:
I was about 12. I was hanging out with my friend, from up the street. He was about 10. I was raised in a very christian family. He was not.
In the dream, we were playing in my room, which is situated at the very end of the hall.
He and I were playing a game. In the game, one of us would walk into the hall and and stand against the wall, directly outside my room's door. There was a man shaped 'slot' in the left hand wall, in which to stand. Next to it was another slot, although this second one was less pronounced. The player would pick which slot to stand in. Once in position, the game would begin, and they'd either be chosen for heaven or hell.
My brother was in the room, but he was not involved in the game.
My friend went first. He walked out into to hall way, I stayed in the room and watched. He chose the first, more pronounced slot. He stood in position few a few seconds, before a gust of warm wind gusted up the hall, and an authoritive voice informed us; he was chosen for heaven.
Everything stopped and he returned to the room.
Then it was my turn. I entered the hall with a strong sence of unease. I knew I was a christian, but I didn't know if God thought I was worthy. To be safe, I chose the first slot, the same as my friend. All outward indication showed that this was the right slot to choose.
I stood in place and waited.
I few seconds past, and the warm gust of wind began again, only this time, instead of pushing towards my room, it started pulling away. I would've began to feel nervous, but I didn't have time. I felt the strong wind lift my body, and start to pull me towards it, and down the hall. I tried grabbing onto the walls, as my body was elevated and began being pulled towards the end of the hall. But what was at the end of the hall. I looked down, and couldn't see anything, but could feel the mouth of Hell there, pulling me in. Heaven had comdemned me, and Hell had wanted me.
I looked back to me room with desperation. I could not speak. My Brother and friend were standing in the door way, watching, without action.With my eyes I plead with my friend and my brother to help me, to no avail. This was all part of a game, a game I agreed to They knew this, and would not interfere.
My body was pulled further down the hallway in this futility. I managed to take a grasp of my parents' bedroom doorframe. In the room I could see my mother putting socks away. I called to her, I pleaded with her, I cried for her, but she ignored me, as if she could not hear me.
I lost my grib on the door way, due to the pressure, from the suction to Hell. Before I could enter the Hell-mouth awaitng me I awoke.
When I awoke I sat up quick. I was extremely startled. I peered through the darkness of my room, and before me I could see a figure putting socks away. The figure was dressed in a tracksuit simular to that of my mother's, in my dream. Assuming it was my mother, I called to it. Apon this the figure turned to face me, and proceeded in my dircection. I knew this was not my mother, but something else. The entity had the form of a man, and bore no face. The figure stood at the end of my bed, then turned, walked towards my closed door, and vanished.
This was a dream I had.
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