This is a dream I had on Friday, I think.
I was a vampire/demon, Hell’s equivalent of an angel, doing the Master’s work here on Earth. I was working for a guy who was bound and determined to bring about Hell’s reign on Earth. Good stuff, important work, etc. This guy, we can call him “Marvin” even though he didn’t have a name in the dream, was a real psycho, as one would expect of any human disciple of Pure Evil.
As for myself, I was actually, if such can be believed, a pretty decent demon. I mean, I was all for Hell on Earth, rah rah rah, but when push comes to shove, I really only wanted to collect souls that were already evil. Corrupting the good and innocent seems like a lot of work, when most people will corrupt themselves for you anyway, and those who won’t aren’t worth any more or any less than those who will.
Marvin was a little more, um, “missionary” in his drive to corrupt people, so he pretty much didn’t care if someone was doing the work themselves or not– he did his best to spread evil wherever he went. But also, this was a difference between Marvin, ordinary human, and me, supernaturally infernal being with a view of the big picture.
At one point, Marvin had a group of guests over for some reason that did not have much to do with bringing Hell to Earth. They wanted a tour of the house. I gave them one, but neglected to show them Marvin’s “office,” which was also my office, and also the portal to Hell itself.
Well, someone in the group asked where my office was, and I smiled slyly and said “oh, it’s through *that* door” pointing to the big, black door with all the eldritch runes carved on it.
So naturally, they wanted to see it.
Just as I started up the stairs with these sheeple, the Master arrived. And when I say “Master,” I do not mean Marvin, the ordinary human here to corrupt. I mean the A-1, Dark Lord Numero Uno, El Diablo himself, “the MASTER.”
I fell all over myself fawning over him, trying to please. Suddenly, Marvin’s guests became *his* guests, as it was revealed to everyone that Marvin was just a frontman for the Master.
First, I tried to offer the Master some sex, but he wasn’t all that interested. I was slightly hurt– after all, I’d been working with this low-man Marvin for so long, I felt there ought to be some reward for it, or at least recognition. The Master first had me serve drinks and be a nice hostess to the guests, and then, after the guests were comfortable, he drew me aside and told me I’d been a very good servant, and he had work for me to do.
[This part was influenced by The Eyre Affair.] The work involved entering the Bible and destroying certain passages that a small group of heroic humans were trying to salvage. These passages essentially meant the difference between there being a Master or not, so it was in my self interest to ensure they were preserved.
Without going into too many details, I succeeded. I went into the Bible and tracked the would-be heroes down and took their Bibles from them. Hey, I didn’t need to kill them, just stop them.
Don’t remember all of the rest of the dream, just the enormous, cavernous ballroom in the house Marvin lived in, the poolside patio, the abject submission to the Master once he arrived. Strong impressions that stayed with me all weekend.
John’s remark when I mumbled something to him about this dream: “Cukoo, cukoo…”
