Underworld Marketplace
I was outside and the earth was split with enormous cracks and fissures. Orange and red magma boiled and bubbled from the openings in the ground. There was a black asphalt parking lot that I walked through, very near to the lava and I saw half melted cars with dripping metal bodies and burnt, flat tires sitting nearby. There was also a building or house in the center of the lot.
I was dressed all in black. Black pants, a long sleeved shirt, shoes and black gloves. I walked over near an SUV and waited as people I knew got out. There were two women and two children, a family. They were all dressed in black also and had black hair and pale skin. They knew me and were expecting me and without a word, we all began walking toward the building, only instead of walking, I effortlessly rose into the air above them and glided along above their heads. They paid no attention, as if it were normal. I floated upright with my arms folded over my chest above the family as we drew closer to the front steps and there were many other people gathering as well. They were dressed in casual, everyday clothing. It seemed to be some sort of an event or a meeting. I noticed, with delight, that many of the other people looked on us with apprehension and wonder. My dark group and I seemed to have a quietly intimidating effect on them.
We came to the foot of the steps and I descended to the ground to walk up them with the others. I walked up the first two or three, then rose into the air again and levitated smoothly up above them the rest of the way into the building.
Once we were inside, there were many many people and I no longer saw the group I had entered with. There seemed to be two distinct sides, clans or organizations represented by the people present. The building was mostly empty of decoration or furniture but there was one are that had a platform like a stage near the back wall. It was lit with a blue-green light and one man was standing out from the rest and speaking. One other man came forward and began to argue and it seemed a fight was about to begin. I knew this second man. He was an older man with grey and black hair. He wore small glasses but was very heavy and strong and hostile. I knew he was trouble and I felt that this was one of many conflicts he had begun. At this point, everyone on my side pulled out identical, long, double-bladed swords that had a strange blue-purple glimmer to the blade. I had one in my hand and I stabbed the older man through the chest without hesitation. I saw the blade enter the front and exit out the other side. I left the blade in him and two others from my side advanced and impaled him with their swords as well.
Then I felt I was underground. It was like an enormous, open cavern with a ceiling too high to see in detail. There were many people throughout the floor and they all seemed to be offering their specialties, services and horrid collections as if it were an open marketplace of the underworld. I came across one man who had a large collection of creatures that he hung upside down from the ceiling on thin white cords. They were up so high I couldn't see them until he lowered them down, one at a time. They seemed to have been human once. Many were bleached white and were ghastly and gaunt. Their eyes were sunken and dark, their ribs and vertebra showed perfectly through thin, stretched, dry, blackened skin. Their hair was long, stringy and white, extended straight back from their wrinkled foreheads as if blown by a strong wind. Their arms were nearly gone from lack of use and were shriveled and fused to their sides. Their bottom jaws were missing and their faces held the expression of an eternal scream of utter torment and agony. Calmly, the vendor showed me his tortured souls and handed me the long, pale cords and calmly I pulled down and lowered one after another as they came down frighteningly close to stare blankly ahead and rise silently back up into the tangles and mists of the ceiling. One that came down had a feminine scream and a mess of wild, reddish hair. Another male figure looked different than the rest. He was darker, older, more rotten and more horrific than the rest. One after another, cracked and wailing in terror, they fell and rose, upside down in pure torment.
I was dressed all in black. Black pants, a long sleeved shirt, shoes and black gloves. I walked over near an SUV and waited as people I knew got out. There were two women and two children, a family. They were all dressed in black also and had black hair and pale skin. They knew me and were expecting me and without a word, we all began walking toward the building, only instead of walking, I effortlessly rose into the air above them and glided along above their heads. They paid no attention, as if it were normal. I floated upright with my arms folded over my chest above the family as we drew closer to the front steps and there were many other people gathering as well. They were dressed in casual, everyday clothing. It seemed to be some sort of an event or a meeting. I noticed, with delight, that many of the other people looked on us with apprehension and wonder. My dark group and I seemed to have a quietly intimidating effect on them.
We came to the foot of the steps and I descended to the ground to walk up them with the others. I walked up the first two or three, then rose into the air again and levitated smoothly up above them the rest of the way into the building.
Once we were inside, there were many many people and I no longer saw the group I had entered with. There seemed to be two distinct sides, clans or organizations represented by the people present. The building was mostly empty of decoration or furniture but there was one are that had a platform like a stage near the back wall. It was lit with a blue-green light and one man was standing out from the rest and speaking. One other man came forward and began to argue and it seemed a fight was about to begin. I knew this second man. He was an older man with grey and black hair. He wore small glasses but was very heavy and strong and hostile. I knew he was trouble and I felt that this was one of many conflicts he had begun. At this point, everyone on my side pulled out identical, long, double-bladed swords that had a strange blue-purple glimmer to the blade. I had one in my hand and I stabbed the older man through the chest without hesitation. I saw the blade enter the front and exit out the other side. I left the blade in him and two others from my side advanced and impaled him with their swords as well.
Then I felt I was underground. It was like an enormous, open cavern with a ceiling too high to see in detail. There were many people throughout the floor and they all seemed to be offering their specialties, services and horrid collections as if it were an open marketplace of the underworld. I came across one man who had a large collection of creatures that he hung upside down from the ceiling on thin white cords. They were up so high I couldn't see them until he lowered them down, one at a time. They seemed to have been human once. Many were bleached white and were ghastly and gaunt. Their eyes were sunken and dark, their ribs and vertebra showed perfectly through thin, stretched, dry, blackened skin. Their hair was long, stringy and white, extended straight back from their wrinkled foreheads as if blown by a strong wind. Their arms were nearly gone from lack of use and were shriveled and fused to their sides. Their bottom jaws were missing and their faces held the expression of an eternal scream of utter torment and agony. Calmly, the vendor showed me his tortured souls and handed me the long, pale cords and calmly I pulled down and lowered one after another as they came down frighteningly close to stare blankly ahead and rise silently back up into the tangles and mists of the ceiling. One that came down had a feminine scream and a mess of wild, reddish hair. Another male figure looked different than the rest. He was darker, older, more rotten and more horrific than the rest. One after another, cracked and wailing in terror, they fell and rose, upside down in pure torment.