A Devil Dream

I was tied with my arms behind my back and my face and body tied to a steel loop on the bottom of a bath tub that was filling up. The devil was watching me as the water rose to the level of my nose--and then I was submerged. The hotel was upside down in a sky scraper flying downwards towards hell. The sky was a crimson red, and the clouds were bright orange. As my body died, my mind's eye was transported and it saw the palacial great room of the hotel and cheribum unfurling long red tapestries from the walls. The floor of the hotel, which according to its topsey-turvey orientation, was now the ceiling, transformed from a checkered marble to the rough pixils of a brighter blue-grey cloud-scape at sunrise, which was interesting to see in contrast to the dusk-hued light bathing me from the sides. I swam upward; slowly corquescrewing through the cherubs' gossamer satin tapestries, that flowed, as if in the water drowing me. As rose petals fell upwards an intense feeling of peace and warmth took hold, and the light from the ceiling shattered the pixilated facade and then I was alone in white clouds, the bass of unseen trumpets buzzing in my head.