Evidently Emily and I had died, and we were living in Hell. It was our first day in Hell, but it wasn't so bad. It seemed quite a bit like the real world. Many people that we met there described it as not being too bad, though I think that I somehow felt that there was a great deal of control exerted on our lives, such as when we could or couldn't do things, kind of like being at camp or something where group activities are organized, and individual time was kept a little short, but not completely eradicated. All in all, it really didn't seem too bad. Many of the people looked normal. I didn't see any demons walking around, and most of the people looked like they were dressed in just normal day to day clothing.
Then it was time for me to go to work. When I got to work, it was in this HUGE black stone building, and the front door to the place was as big as the end of our apartment building. (approx 50'x50') There was smoke and soot coming out of the top of the door, and a good deal of heat came out of there. As I got up to the door, I could see in. There was a massive stone stairway leading down, but not steeply. Down at the bottom, there was a huge pit full of lava and fire. It turns out that what most people describe as hell was actually just where you worked in hell. Evidently, this was where everyone there worked.
We were in this long line, heading down the stairs slowly. As you started going down, you got hotter and hotter, until about halfway down, you started to glow like hot metal, and your body started to inflate from the heat. By the time they got to the bottom, they looked like mini versions of Balrogs. (from Lord Of The Rings: Fellowship of the Ring) But the thing was, they weren't demons. They were still people, and the whole transformation process was supposed to be purely to cause pain. At the end of it, you were on fire, your skin had separated from the underlying muscle layers, like it was filled with pure fire, and you were inflated up and looked so twisted and distorted from the pain and changes that you looked like a demon.
As it was my turn, I remember feeling the heat increase as I went down the stairs, and about halfway down, I could feel myself inflating and my skin separating. I started feeling like a big balloon. I remember thinking that I was terrified of feeling all this pain, but just as I started to feel it, somehow my mind blocked it out. Up ahead of me, I could see all these rows and rows of black and sooty racks full of... car parts. (considering I work in the car parts business in waking life, this is very amusing to me)
Being one of the new guys, they took me back to the back of the facility, where I was supposed to pick some smaller parts. Somehow as I got back there, I was no longer in "demon" form. I could still see lots of smoke and soot, and I could feel the heat, but somehow the majority of us in that group had returned to human form. We were told how to do our jobs, and we had to pick these parts out of the shelves in a very precise manner. As we picked them, we had to keep them stacked "just so", and we had to do it in a timely manner.
I remember being a little worried that I was doing okay, but for the most part, I believe I was. There were men and women there, and there were quite a few of us. Probably about 20 of us were working in an area a little bigger than the Key and Lock site. Someone there started getting nasty or rebellious or something, and they either were screwing up or not doing their job, and the supervisor had to come over and get him straightened out. I think that they had to take him off somewhere else.
I remember that somewhere around this time, I looked up past the racks we were working at (which was like the two-level area in the warehouse where we keep the instrument clusters at Mercedes. Not a lot of room to move around, but enough to work and pick the parts) and I could see huge racks and aisles, and there were a lot of flames around at different places, and I saw all these other people working in them.
I also remember seeing this demon guy with a whip flying around, keeping an eye on the place. I seem to remember that the disobedient guy had to go with him at first. These parts that we were picking and stacking and moving around were not very big. Some of them were about the size of the slimline CD cases, and others were more like the size of round coasters. (smaller, but thicker, than CDs) I believe I somehow found out that these parts that we were picking and moving around were not actually going anywhere. We were just moving them from one spot to another. They were not being shipped out to anyone. Soon after I found this out and picking more parts, the dream ended.
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