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Dream: The Mouth of Hell}[31st May 1985]
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[continued]
Yesterday
morning I awoke from a dream in which I found myself moving
confidently across,
in a diagonal sense, an area of high ground (the sense of which was
that one could go round).
I moved fast and was aware of my own successful development,
strength and power. On the far side I approached a featureless
double door. I thought I knew what this was; but as I was about to
enter, the door very slightly seemed to shift sideways, so that for a
moment I was in doubt as to whether that was the door I wanted. I
entered anyway; and found myself, beyond, faced by a huge gaping
mouth, as large as a doorway, filled with flames, and surmounted by
two flaming eyes. I recognised this at once as the doorway of Hell;
and as I walked towards it, knowing that I must pass through into
Hell, I felt only a pure and overwhelming sadness (at my stupidity
and the waste resulting from it), and said aloud (and intensely
felt): 'I am very* sorry.'
*(?)
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