Interesting dream, Nimbo. Reminds me of a story I heard many years ago.

   A man died and went to hell. As the unholy gatekeeper took him for a tour he opened door #1. There were flames everywhere, and unearthly screams coming from everyone dancing the hotfoot.

   “Not for me,” said the dead man. “What’s behind door #2?”

   As the door was opened he saw people on every sort of torture device. Their screams were deafening as their limbs were slowly torn from their bodies, and their skin was being pealed off in strips.

   “What’s behind door #3?” asked the deceased.

   The door was opened, and a terrible stench assailed his nostrils. Everyone was standing waist deep in every kind of garbage and sewage you might think of. And they were drinking coffee.

   “Well,” said the newcomer, “the coffee looks good, and I suppose I could get used to the smell.” So he wandered in.

   Just as the door slammed behind him, an ugly-looking guy on a raised platform yelled, “OK. Coffee break is over. Everyone back on your head!”

Leslie A Turvey

A servant of the only true and living God