Hell of a Dream
Here's one for the books. I had a dream I was in the Hellraiser universe. I've never even seen one of the movies. >.<
It started with me trying to explain who Pinhead was to mom for some reason, and involved, next, one of the puzzle boxes. Apparently, someone was tested in Hell, and somehow passed, and was able to escape using one of the puzzle boxes - he woke up kneeling on the bottom piece of the box, which was large enough to contain him, then the puzzle started building up around him, and he had to get out before it was completed.
Next, however, involved a group of people going into Hell, trying to rescue people they knew trapped inside. We were all floating in this room, and there were ropes made of human hair which led off into different chambers. We had to get the right ropes, to pull people to us before the Cenobites found us. Someone grabbed the wrong rope, and these metal tines droves through his hand, while ichor started crawling out over his face, transforming him into a Ceno - we were able to get his hand free and save him. We found the proper rope for his friend, and pulled her to safety - and then we heard the screams of everyone trapped in Hell.
One of them was the girlfriend of one of the other guys with us, and we found the proper rope - it was coloured like her hair - and pulled her to safety, when this guy came flying through the air at us - his face sliced open in places. He yelled at us, wanting to keep us trapped in Hell with him. Our group struggled with him, and the guy who was able to get us here called out into the air, asking for this bad-guy in his red suit to be judged. A voice declared him 'guilty', and he got sucked into the air and through the ceiling, pulled into a deeper level of Hell.
Of course, now the Cenos knew we were here - so we had to escape with who we'd rescued. Everyone rose to pass through the ceiling - a gate back home, which rippled like water. I was the last one, and the gate had mostly closed by then. I slammed my hands against the ceiling, and found a tiny little bit of 'give', so called out, 'Judge me!' The ceiling turned 'wet' again, letting me pass through, and I broke the surface of a lake. Everyone was around me, overjoyed they'd escaped with their loved ones, while I frantically treaded water, hoping not to drown.
And then I woke up.