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Dream of something you know? Everyone does that. Dream of something you’ve never heard of? Pat from Wisconsin sends us into his nightmare:

“I was five years old when it happened. I went to bed as usual, an unremarkable day in the life of a child. I can’t actually remember the day or going to bed, but I definitely remember that night. I had the most vivid, terrifying dream — the kind that still makes my palms sweat when I think about it forty years later. I was in a cave, underground. Stalactites, stalagmites — the whole deal. The scene was eerily lit in a flickering yellow-orange from a pit of fire. And there he was: red skin, hooves, pointy tail, horns, dancing around and shouting at me, pointing his pitchfork into the fire pit. That’s where I was going, where he was sending me.

“I didn’t have a name for him, Old Scratch. I didn’t grow up in a religious household and had managed to avoid stories of eternal damnation to lakes of fire. I don’t think I’d ever seen a picture of anything like this. But he appeared, sure enough, in my dream.

“I woke up screaming, apparently. I don’t actually remember. I do recall my mom rushing in and shouting to my father, “He’s burning up!” My temperature on the old glass thermometer pushed the mercury up to 105 degrees.

“After they brought the fever down and everyone got through the night, they took me to the doctor. Turns out I had strep throat and spent the next week in bed. I guess that’s devilish enough.”

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