Lovecraftian Dreams' Journal
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Glad to know there are other such dreamers hereabouts. Ever since I began reading Lovecraft, his mythos has featured in my dreams about as much as the post-apocalyptic, undead, and gun-ballet dreams I occasionally have (not counting, of course, the typical, unexciting dreams we all have too often).
I must admit my lovecraft dreams tend to run along the lines of a Kuranes or Carter adventure, or rather, a glimpse of such an adventure: mysterious, beautiful, forgotten places; foreboding and becknoning wilderness; ancient structures glinting in the sun--and, most of all--imposing mountains that loom god-like behind me, usually with lights needling at me from the summits, or siren calls to lure/warn me.
I reserve my nashtkamanthah community for the more dreamland-esque dreams, but here may I whisper those dreams that are darker, more terrible, more unspeakable.
Wednesday, August 3, 2005
When I was seventeen I had my first Lovecraftian dream. It was quite startling. I awoke that morning terrified, convinced that something was truly reaching to me from beyond some wall of sleep.
I was in a cemetary. It was late afternoon, the sky was overcast, and it felt as though it might begin to rain at any moment. The graveyard was old and hilly, with only a few trees and not mowed recently. Some of the stones were knocked about and broken. At the rear of the cemetary was a decrepit white two story house standing in front of thick autumn woods. Their were several small family crypts randomly placed around the cemetary.
I was standing near a large crypt built in to the side of a small mound. The doors of the crypt were made of gleaming gold and seemed taller than they truly were. The sky above me was filled with black faceless leathery creatures with batlike wings. They were fighting amongst themselves and with some other sort of smaller avian, what seemed like massive hawks or vultures. The "birds" made sounds as they swooped through the aerial combat but the faceless humanoids were completely silent as they fought. The creatures had not noticed me yet and I realized I had to get away. I began to try opening the crypt doors but they wouldn't budge. Near panic, I flailed at the doors in a vain attempt to get inside. The cratures above noticed me then and began circling above me with clearly hideous intent. It was then that I realized that I had the key to the tomb in my pocket. I don't know why I had it, but I did. I opened the doors and slipped inside. The interior was a rectangular box, the walls of solid gold. It was impossibly large on the inside, the ceiling at least a hundred feet up. I closed the door behind me and could hear the creatures scratching to get in. Strange symbols were carved all over the walls and the chamber was illuminated by candlelight. As I walked further in the candles began to go out. The chamber fell into darkness and I could not make out the nature of the carvings. When the last candle extinguished itself and I was engulfed in total darkness, I woke up.
I was quite haunted by it for several months and did not know what to make of it until I came across a drawing of a Nightgaunt in a fantasy artbook. Of course, that only worried me more.
That is why I have a Cuddly Cthulhu and a sword in my bedroom now.
Nightgaunts are not to be trusted. Damned specters.
Saturday, April 9, 2005
10:29PM - Latest work....
Lately I have been dealing with visions of a future I can't except. Almost to the point where I can depict the scenes of my dreams, with more clarity than those I experiance in waking life. I see a world were we are hunted by a new Inqisistion of Faith. Where the world, is overun by a horde of mindless servants to a warrior Pope calling himself Malchia. I can't shake the feelings that I feel in these visions. I've experiance things like this before but never to this extent.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
11:08PM - New member
Well, I thought I'd take up your invite and join this here community. Sounds quite interesting, I'm currently experimenting with lucid dreaming.
Anyway, I don't have much time tonight, just wanted to say hello, be back soon.
Friday, February 11, 2005
Last night I had the strangest dream. I remember returning to another dream I had dreampt so many years ago when I was still a very young child. I saw as I did when I was still in my infancy, that massive four story school building built within that archaic forest of ash trees. I walked up the concrete path towards the main doors of that place, and passed through the crowds of other dreamers standing waiting for the bell to ring. As I was walking I met another boy whom I remebered from all those years ago, Crow. He was still as he had always been, though older, he still reatained his sharp tongue and hatred for those who looked down on the two of us. As we two walked ever closer to that old place, nearest the trees, I could hear whispers from within the crowd. "Those two again.....", "Wasn't the brown haired one thrown out?", "Why did they allow those two to come back?".
I looked to Crow and he asked me about my life "back home", and I told him I was a senoir in high school and that I was eager to return here, after all I was thrown out. He said the same, but that he had left the school after I had to search for "other things".
Then the bell rang over head and we joined the crowd of dreamers entering that ancient place. I wandered the halls as I always had in the old days, looking from room to room, looking for my class, until at last the floor plan of the building returned to me. The building itself was four levels, each a differant grade of study, each had its own, lockers, class rooms, and cafiteria.
I had just reached the door, when I awoke.