Trav

I have this strange recurring element in my dreams, where I'm bouncing considerable distances down this stark, white, subterranian corridor. Ever so often there are ladders along the walls. When I climb them, I'll reach a sort of manhole cover, which opens up into all kinds of odd places; houses, police stations, natural history museums, nondescript institutional facilities, etc.

You know how everyone claims to be a "weirdo" or "freak magnet?" Well, I definitely felt like a "weirdo magnet" on this particular occasion.
I was shopping at the local Wal-Mart, when this incredibly average looking individual, whom I hadn't had the pleasure of meeting previously approached me, and enthusiastically exclaimed, "You have the gift, but you're afraid to use it!"
I was like, "Do what now?"
He then proceeded to explain that he is the "one hundredth reincarnation of the last dragon," (I swear, I'm SO not making this up) and that he has powers and stuff. He then informed me that I had a similarly impressive past life.
I then attempted to make small talk by inquiring, "Are you like Wiccan, or something?"
"No!" He snorted. "Wicca is weak magic!"
At this, I quickly blurted, "Thanks for the good news!" and promptly vacated the premisis.

Playing the tuba in junior high and high school band was definitely the highlight of my teenage existence. Whenever I see an American Pie film, I feel a rush of nostalgia when Michelle Flaherty begins an anecdote with, "There was this one time, at band camp..." I went to eight band camps when I was in school, so I can definitely relate. However, I graduated from high school in 1995, and American Pie came out in 1999...so you can't say I was copying. I was keepin' it real, band geek style!

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) High
Level 2 (Lustful) Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous) Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) High
Level 7 (Violent) Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) Low
Take the Dante's Inferno Test