dream from last night, probably from talking about death too much in philosophy
I was with some people looking for apartments; I think it was in Toledo. We got to this one, it looked alright, not that great though. There were three different balconies on the front of it. So me and whoever I was with went up to the balconies and in front of the apartment was like a big battlefield. I pulled out my sniper rifle, laid down on my stomach, and began sniping people, who were returning fire and dressed up in BDU’s and whatnot. I guess I had gotten shot, because I “died.” I don’t remember dying, but where I ended up was hell. It didn’t look like a stereotypical hell would, I actually had to ask someone where I was. I couldn’t believe that I had ended up in a place that I didn’t believe in, and my first concern was that I couldn’t see Lavitz, since I was dead. I was so angry and sad and emotional over that, that nothing else seemed to matter. Time passed, and after talking with other people there, I discovered that there was an elevator that took people to the levels of hell that they belonged to. Everything was color-coded and had names, and there were like, 12 levels. I got on the elevator, and I didn’t know where I was supposed to go. The kid on there with me said he was going down to the 9th level, that’s where he was assigned to. I started getting scared and tried to imagine what it would be like. Everything was just kind of in a building, not “hell”-like at all. I played videogames, and ran into Mario and Luigi in real life. I don’t remember the rest.