I dreamt that I was at a party and all of a sudden a square opened up in the floor and this grim reaper, but with a took a bunch of people from the party down to hell.

I asked him why he took them all to hell and in the face of his hood he showed me that he could tell that people were going to heaven or hell by the kind of mark they had on their forehead. However, I noticed that some of the people he was showing me in hell were my friends from the party and that they had the wrong kind of mark.

The grim reapor apologized but said that he wouldn't be going down there to get them out. But he said that if I wanted to go get them I could. So I hopped down the hole to try and save them from hell.

Hell was a series of rooms with low ceilings and no windows - not unlike an endless boring gray basement suite. The only room I remember clearly is the sex room, where corpselike figures were ripping each other to pieces and having sex with the various pieces. Some of the pieces would also collect back together to form hideous corpse part sex fiends.

I ended up finding some of my friends in this hell lounge room, but they were having a good time and didn't want to leave.

By this time, a demon had caught wind of my presence and I had to escape, but before I left I stole a book from hell. One of the spells I learnt from the hell book was how to turn objects in picture books to life, but only for a few moments.

I tested this spell by raising an assault rifle from a book about war, and started shooting people with it. When I shot them, their blood spurt out black instead of red.

In another dream, I was an Iraqi insurgent who was hunting American soldiers.