The Devil's Strip Mall

Last night I dreampt I was the devil's

consort and I helped him lure people down to

hell. We worked out of this bitsy tiny

office, several rooms the size of

claustrophic closets that interconnected through

heavy doors and cornered entrances so waking [walking?]

through it you couldn't tell if there were

three rooms or five or seven; they all seemed

to overlap that way. It was all off this

large outer room or wall which is where I

ewould bring people in from and one

of the tiny rooms had an exit out, I

think just as a way to make it all a

littlle more humorous because the rooms

were so confusing nobody ever found it though

it was perfectly clear to see from the

big hall before you entered the cubicle

rooms and it was funny to watch all those

people sliding down to fiery eternity when

the escape was right there, bright and

obvious the whole time. Sometimes to make it

even better I would show them excatly

where it was as we toured through the

cubicle rooms but they never managed to

find it again on their own.