She Laughs Without Fear of the Future

She Laughs Without Fear of the Future

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She Laughs Without Fear of the Future
She Laughs Without Fear of the Future
Sneak Peek #6 - "Dancing Into Deliverance"

Sneak Peek #6 - "Dancing Into Deliverance"

Headed Toward Hell

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Andi Pigott Martin
Dec 30, 2024
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She Laughs Without Fear of the Future
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Sneak Peek #6 - "Dancing Into Deliverance"
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Once I began working at the club, my dreams began to change. Having nightmares was nothing new. I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t have them….but my dreams soon took a darker shift. My dreams began to carry me into the depths of Hell. There are four I vividly remember.

In the first dream, everything was green and lush where I was driving. There were huge flourishing trees with low-hanging moss and hearty, green crabgrass along the road, when suddenly, I came to a cemetery. The road had ended at the cemetery. I wasn’t sure what to do, but was ready to explore. I wandered around, looking at some of the tombstones. I don’t recall any names, only that some of the stones had begun to crumble at the edges.

Oh, how I miss this sweet doggie! Gonzo certainly is not in hell, but this was a great opportunity for a Good Gonzo pic.

At the back of the cemetery was a stone wall. I decided to climb it and at the top of the wall I discovered a road running parallel to the wall. Looking to the right, I could see the road traveled upwards toward the sky. Looking to the left, I could see the road traveled downward into a tunnel.

I took the easy path and descended down into the tunnel. That was dumb!

The tunnel and the road soon melted away and I was in an office building, of sorts, with different meeting rooms, offices, and a cafeteria. This was Hell and I had a guide to show me all the different aspects of it.

My guide and I walked past an auditorium, where people spent eternity listening to dull, drab, droning keynote speakers who offered topics about nothing of interest or importance.

We walked past offices filled with people staring into computers, trying to get through all their email…the never-ending, eternal email. These people were not allowed to leave this room until all of their email had been appropriately dealt with. The catch was there was never an end to it. Eternal email hell!

I remember thinking, “Okay, this isn’t so bad. At least it’s not fiery and hot like we’ve been told. This is doable.” But it wasn’t. Not long into the dream, I could feel myself losing my mind from the boredom and monotony and the annoying speakers. And then I went to the cafeteria.

Body parts.

We were expected to eat body parts! It was like the weird Halloween party set up where you had grapes for eyeballs, spaghetti for guts, and so on. Only the eyeballs were eyeballs and the guts were guts. This is where I lost my mind! In the dream, I went insane. There was no road out. It had melted away. There were no doors to escape out of. I was there for eternity! Stuck in the Office of Hell!

And then I woke up…so relieved I was not really in Hell!

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In the second dream, I found myself riding a stunningly exquisite train. The interior of the train was ornately beautiful and plush. The seats were covered in burgundy velvet and the walls were mahogany. The trim of the windows was a made of decorative gold, that gave the illusion the windows were really framed works of art. The red carpet had been rolled out to make a path down the center aisle of the car.

There was a beautiful mahogany bar set up in the middle of the car, for those who needed a little extra kick for the ride, and those who were partaking were jolly and boisterous. This was the most beautiful train I had ever been in and I was in a car reserved for the elite of the elite.

The train began to move and the conductor bellowed over the intercom, “Welcome aboard! You are now on your way to Hell. Enjoy the ride.”

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