A servant of Cthulhucame to me. last night and let me know that there would be a lesson (this seemed plural in intent, but stated as singular). He wouldn’t say who sent.him, which resulted in some…awkwardness. I worked out a conflict protocol with Cthulhu for when messemgers pick fights.
Dreams were weird and I only remember the first, heaviest one.
I was back in some type of rustic, last-holdout style of Basic Training, some combo of Fantasy-SciFi backdrop.
I was in a large, dusty cave with others and we were getting ready to go out training, except it wasn’t training. It was a sort of training in a warzone. I was in my mid-40’s (basically a year older than I am), everyone else was early-to-mid 20’s and knew that you passed or you died. Even if you passed, and I knew I would, I was still likely to die not long after.
Now, I knew I could slip away and escape, live on my own in the Wild. Instead, I slung my gear on, weapon in one hand, helmet in the other, and left the cave to go fight.
Now, I could feel Cthulhu’s overwatch in this dream, hard and heavy. Not really the others. This may be why I remember it the best.
There were scenes from “The Past” where fighting had happened, but not my literal past. Just the “Past” for this dream.
Now, I’ve had some behind-the-scenes stuff going on the past few nights and a friend of mine not familiar with it, actually said some stuff pertaining to it and to other connections.at the time. Hecate and Shub-Niggurath, specifically. I had some really strange dreams that night, too, but my remembrance of them started in the middle.
I normally don’t remember my dreams. Chamomile tea an hour before bed. Benadryl and Magnesium Citrate at bedtime. I have cleared it with an actual physician. So, remembering anything usually doesn’t happen. When “dream work” is required, I typically use mental projection in the same manner I did with my Kingdoms of Flame thread. I used to do astral projection as a teen almost 30 years ago. Still can, but as soon as I lay down, one of three cats plops onto my chest… Kinda pulls me back.
Anyway, it gives more meaning when I do. As for the meaning, well, I could pick that last one apart for as long as I want, but believe the message isn’t exactly overt.
I feel like the Lovecraftian entities deserve their own thread, but I am unsure how much I will put out. This is something I may get published and will likely not be beginner friendly, hence part of my hesitation.