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enough.

As I'm walking back up the first flight of stairs I see the mailman putting mail in the mailboxes. I
nod, he nods, and then I make my way up the next flight and enter my apartment to finish writing
down the dream.

When I'm done, I grab a bottle of bug spray and walk towards the bathroom and open the door then
close it shut behind me. This fly is bigger than the previous one. I go to the window and open it in
an effort to let this fly fly outside and continue its days, but even after five minutes it decides that
its home is here.

I start attempting to spray the little thing but it's quick. However, its luck runs out even quicker and
I hit it right above the bathroom sink, to which it falls in. It lands on its back, legs kicking just like
the previous fly that entered my chambers.

I watch it for a few seconds as it kicks, and then I pull up the knob of that thing that stops water
from draining. Then I turn on the hot water. I watch as the sink fills and the fly begins to rise, but
it's still kicking and won't drown. After a while I start to spray it again, and with each spray, the
kicking becomes weaker and weaker until it's gone. Who made such a creature, and creatures like
it? Was it a mistake?

In a dream I've had, it's been long since God and Satan have died, and after spending time with
both of them I learn that they are both capable of mistakes. Fallible. It makes me wonder if it's
possible for a human being to be incorrectly judged and sent to the wrong place in their afterlife.
Someone who was suppose to go to Heaven goes to Hell, and someone who was suppose to go to
Hell goes to Heaven.

Is there a way from Heaven to Hell? Hell to Heaven? Are they physical places in our universe?
Such a journey would have much to entail, I'm sure. If you are in Heaven, or in Hell, and for the
sake of the discussion, say someone wants to kill you, do you defend yourself? If you defend
yourself, that means you either don't like getting hurt or you want to live, but how could one want
to continue living when they are dead? One might then ponder the meaning of true death. Is true
death when you completely cease to exist. Is it the death that atheists believe in? If I were to try to
kill you now, would you fight me?

The tombstones of both God and Satan stand next to each other, each with a message to the world,
or in their perspectives, a message to their seemingly complex creation. On the bottom of God's
tombstone is a list of words. The seven virtues; chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience,
kindness, and humility. And of course, at the bottom of Satan's, the seven vices, the same list I've
seen before in a dream I've had not too long ago.

Suddenly I begin to hear my name. It's coming from across the living room, and when I get to the
living room it's coming from the other side of the door. I can tell it's Lynne, but she sounds
different. Tired. When I open the door, I see why she sounds the way she sounds.

Bruises on her eye and on her mouth, not to mention the body bruises. She looks up at me as if she