I had the most ####ed up dream this morning.
It starts, I'm in a golf tournament with a bunch of buddies. Except instead of using golf balls, we're using wiffle balls. Because of the way a wiffle ball will curve, every one of my shots ends up hooking or slicing at the end of the shot. One shot lands in a strippers dressing room and I have to hit the wiffle ball through a small square window, that had glass in it, and to the green. I make the shot, breaking the glass, and sure as #### it slices off the green. Thankfully it was the last hole so we grab some beers and head back to the hotel we're staying at.
<<<This is where it get crazy>>>
I'm walking up some steps with a couple of my younger cousins and they tell me they rented a movie to watch. The title is The Seven, a scary movie. I don't like scary movies and say as such but next thing I know I'm watching and in the movie.
It starts with a huge museum, probably a 500 foot square room with 100 foot ceilings. On all of the walls are painted portraits of various sizes. There's a curator and he's hanging a small painting of a woman next to a large one of a man. After it's hung the man in the painting says "My darling!" with a southern drawl. The woman in the painting next to him replies "Oh daddy I have waited so long to hear your voice again!"
Then it is revealed that everyone in the paintings made a deal with the devil for immortal life. Once a year 3 of them would be randomly picked to be put in their bodies again for 24 hours. In that time that had to bring someone back to the museum that was pure of heart to be sacrificed to the devil. If they succeed they go back on the wall and their portrait is slightly bigger. If they failed they would be sent to hell.
There was only one scene attempting to do so and it was of a woman dressed like a southern belle on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor. She was talking to a girl I could not see trying to convince her that she was scrubbing the floor to be closer to God and there was a museum she really needed to see.
The last scene is there are three painting, I can't see the faces, and the curator has the giant steamer and he's steaming the paint off the canvas's. I felt like my face was on fire and woke up violently shaking my head