I went to Utah for a literary conference* (see note) and we were supposed to have a banquet, but the man in charge of our food orders did not put in our orders.
Another man asked, "Does that mean we have to eat at a restaurant?" The first man said, "No."
I went into another room where there was a dog. This room had a lot of junk in it and also a toilet. I sat on the toilet because I had to go to the bathroom. I went to pee.
There was something that I had to do, something that I had to defend everybody from because it was my responsibility. But I was going pee.
The dog said, "Hurry up! Get the sword! Get the Sword!" and I said, "Where's the sword!" But I was still peeing.
The dog opened the door and three men, possibly zombies, walked in but they didn't do anything.
Again, the dog said, "Hurry up!" and he opened the door again and three more men or zombies walked in. The dog was getting more urgent and I was still peeing. He said, "Hurry up! Get the Sword! Get the sword!" I said frantically where is the sword?"
I was in my period, but I got up and used toilet paper so my pants wouldn't stain. I said, "Where's the sword!" But I found it in amongst the junk.
The dog again opened the door and three men or zombies walked through it. I slashed their chests with the sword as they came in and all three of them fell over dead.
Then the devil walked in. He was tall and bald with a red face with a black stripe across it. He was wearing dark shaggy robes. I slashed him with the sword cutting deeply, but he did not die. He laughed at me.
Then he asked me a riddle. I don't remember much about what he asked me, but he gave me a choice of answers.
It had something to do with friends and the devil’s influence. I think, but I'm not sure that he said, "Are you more influenced by the devil through your friends or . . ." and there was a second choice.
I said that I would be more influenced by the devil through my friends because I had read that somewhere.
But then I was afraid that he was going to ask about what I did when I was alone and I could not answer that. But he asked it in such a way that I could answer it. He said (I think), "But when you are alone you influence yourself right?" I said, "Right."
He then let me go. If I had not answered the questions to his satisfaction he would have killed me.
Note:
* I have just been to Utah for a literary conference and we had a banquet.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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