My+journey+through+hell

Ian Wade A1 I used to idolize many people, I used to try to live my life like these idols, until the day I had a bad dream, or at least I hope it was just a bad dream. I had woken up in a dark haze just a black room with gray smoke covering the air, and a little light. As I proceeded toward the light I saw a figure form from the smoke, this figure was turned from a dark silhouette to a blinding light. The light forced me to close my eyes and when I opened them I saw one of rock and roll’s most famous lead singers, John Lennon. I had asked him where was I and he told me, “Your at the entrance to Hell,” I stop for a moment to process what he had told me. Then I asked, “Am I dead,” “No, you’re not dead you are just here to learn,” “What am I supposed to learn,” “Hopefully you will understand at the end of our journey.” We walk for what appeared to have been miles until we saw a gate made of bones. I felt the need to pass out, but Lennon pushed me further, we came to a spiral staircase made of black stone, I ask my guide “Why are you here to guide me, why are you in Hell after all your work with peace, and why am I here,” for the first time since the black room he spoke,” I was sent here to help you through this journey,” “Who sent you,” “ I was sent here by god as punishment for my life behind The Beatles and the cameras, because I always overlooked other people’s problems I only focused on my own so I must help people like you who idolize the wrong people.” “I was chosen to be your guide because you have chosen to idolize the wrong people and will share their punishment if you don’t change your views towards life. As I realized what he had said we continued to walk through the large stairway. We had walked for what seemed to be hours down the blackened staircase until we reached the room of another famed rock singer Kurt Cobain; I looked closer and saw him holding a gun to his head shacking. No one spoke until I finally asked, “Why are you here,” then he answered “I used to be the front man of one of the greatest grunge bands of all time, people everywhere knew the name, Nirvana, until I found out plans for my music, corporations tried to materialize my music, so as a fit of protest, I took my own life and now for eternity I am forced to reconsider that moment were I died, but this time, now I can’t pull the trigger. John had urged me to move on and I did. As soon as we left Kurt Cobain’s room a large hallway emerged and all I could think of was no more walking. Again we walked for hours only to hear a loud ugly noise. As we opened the door the noise only got louder, and there I saw Jimi Hendrix on a black stage playing his guitar. He looked as though he had the back of his head stretched back. As he stopped playing I looked up at his ghostly face, and saw nothing but horror. When he started to speak he yelled as if he could not hear himself. He said, “I am Jimi Hendrix, for years my music inspired people but I did not care in what way I was inspiring them. My lesson was to experience life but it only caused people to make bad decisions, so like me many have died because of those decisions that I showed them. Now my curse is to play music for the rest of time. At first I thought I was getting off easy but actually, my ears have bled and my hands have all but stop working, but now I am forced play until more people pass by.” John signaled me to move on. As we left the room where Jimi Hendrix was, I heard the music play again, only this time it seemed uglier than before. John and I continued to walk for what appeared to be even more hours until we were in front of the entrance to a dark cave. John stopped and said, “Here is why you are here, you are supposed to see this, because of the sins the other two people have made this man has made the worst, he was once a loved musician, no different from the other two but his sins have forced him an eternity here and if you don’t change, you will be just like him.” I told John that I was ready to see this person. As we entered the cave we walked for a few hours until I saw a silhouette of a person hanging upside down. John told me to go to him. I noticed a stone carving in front of the dark figure it said, “Here is John Bonham of Led Zeppelin.” I knew who he was he was the member of Led Zeppelin, until he died in 1980 after a binge drinking contest. As I approached him I notice something scary, he did not have a face. As I stepped back in shock John had approached me. “This is how he is to be for the rest of eternity, his sin was he did not think for himself, he chose what others wanted him to do, his whole life all he did was what others wanted him to do. From his childhood to his career as a drummer, he never chose for himself. And now he must stay here forever not knowing what is happening or what is even around him. He can only hang there with his thoughts and think on his own with no outside contact at all. I do not want this punishment for anyone, now you must choose to live for yourself. Or you will become just like John. “I stood there thinking just then John showed a door that appeared as I walked through it a blinding light appeared again. I woke up the next morning on my kitchen floor, all I could was think about what had happened and what I had learned.