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My best male friend from high school decided to come up and give me a surprise visit. I walked him into the tiny apartment I am currently staying in, and we moved things around and sat on the floor and talked. We were teasing each other a bit, but I said something that really got to him. And a few seconds later I was pinned to the floor being tickled and we were both laughing like crazy. Once we had stopped to catch our breath, we both noticed our positions. I was slightly underneath of him, and we were very close to each other. I said his name softly, and gently caressed his face. Then we kissed. The kiss turned very passionate, and soon he was holding onto me and I him. In the back of dream me's mind, I knew we could not take this very far. But I also knew it felt amazing to be held in this way, touched and kissed in this manner. However, when he decided to put his hand up my shirt, that was when I snapped out of it and was able to stop. I have unnaturally cold hands, so in return for his slight fondling I put my hands under his shirt and that woke him up real fast. We looked into each others eyes, separated a bit, then talked until my dream ended about various things.

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It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

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