THE DEVIL IN MY DREAMS

I had the most wonderful dream this morning...
I was back in my hometown of Huntington Park hanging out at the 99 cent store on Pacific, and all of a sudden, the great Anton Szandor LaVey materializes next to me. At first there was a very close and intimate vibe, with sexual overtones even, and I would like to believe we were even holding hands. We were then walking along, almost as if he was showing me my own world through a different perspective. Everyone we passed beheld us with FEAR, and we just kept walking, feeling super mellow, and I was thinking about how proud I was to be arm in arm with this amazing man, feeling the strangest but most correct feeling of some sort of soft-handed dominance, like feeling I could change things just by warping the fabric of time and space around us as the Doctor and I stepped lightly...
We then made it to the parking lot of the 99 cent store, and it was here that the deplorable Gene Simmons was waiting for us. Turns out he was our limo driver. We got in, and then started blazing it, passing around half-smoked blunts... having nothing but roaches left, we then saw my homie Navardo and got a sack from him...
We then took a ride, and the crazy thing is that we were rolling through what I perceive to be Downtown LA, but a very old part of it that exists nowhere else but in my dreams... A place I have seen in my mind before. There were too many thoughts expressing themselves in my mind, but the one that I remember the most is that of thinking about Satan Xerxes, Anton's son, and the phrase "infiltrate the Council of Nine"...
last thing I remember was being in some sort of classroom. there was a man teaching philosophy, and I believe he was talking about Jewish myth. There was a book in front of me, and I kept turning the pages until I came to a page that addressed any one of the Jewish faith, reading something along the lines of "If you wish to keep sleeping at night, do not read past this point", as if the book was about to expose the false nature of the Jewish doctrine. Then a voice said "DO NOT TOUCH ME". I looked to the ceiling, and there were the words DO NOT manifesting themselves. It soon became clear that the words were the results of a black ink bleeding through. The ink spread, drops began to fall on both the teacher and I... and the dream was over.