Dreams.

It happened in a one-room apartment where I used to live. There were quite a few people I knew there, like Revan or Lizard; they looked just like in real life (well, I had seen their pictures, so I remembered what they looked like), and Koteiko was some kind of cute anime character, but that's not the point. The atmosphere was quite friendly, but he ruined it. The Devil entered the room, and I clearly remember his face; it was like the face of a demon from the movie Jeepers Creepers, only blood-red and with scars. He was wearing a formal suit and had a cane in his hand. When he entered, no one was scared, surprised, or tense; it was as if he was supposed to come in. Satan suggested playing some kind of game with us; I don't remember what it was or what you got if you won, but if you lost, you had to give up something of your belongings (something small, like a keychain, a pen, or some other trinket). Everyone put up their things, and I, for some reason, put up my soul. Well, of course, we lost (and when we lost, Koteiko said something like, "Oh, snap!", which sounded funny). Who would win against the Devil? After we lost, everyone suddenly started disappearing, and the souls of those who played ended up in the things they had put up, and the Devil took them along with the souls. When it was my soul's turn, it flew through him as it was heading towards him; he didn't take it, couldn't take it, I don't know why. As a result, I remained in the form of a soul, flying around the apartment, and Satan, apparently tired after lunch, lay down to sleep on my parents' bed.