Last night I had what most would consider a very disturbing dream. For me it's par for the course. I dreamed I was at a carnival and I got on an elevator at the roller coaster. The elevator took me to hell. I was there to apply for a job. They tested me and I was immediately offered a job upon my demise. That is if I wanted it. I would be in charge of punishing promiscuous young ladies. I'm lucky I didn't wake up swimming in a gallon of scooge. I'm still thinking about accepting the job.
Keep on keeping on.