harpies in the forest.

the other day I had a dream, hell was a dark forest... but I wasn't one of the damned, I was a harpy a demon. I flew I hunted and killed and did it again and again. and I liked it. .... oddly enough on thinking about it the only common theme to my dreams on the subject of hell is that all plant life is dead, grey and lifeless, assuming there is any at all, perhaps hell for me, is any place where no green things grow. Something to think about.