February 2008

2/10/08
Last night's dream with the ssssssteam heat ending was due to waking world influences. Atop my usual threadbare black comforter I put a big, fluffy comforter atop it. The layers made me feel like I was burning up. Did I mention that Thursday night to Friday morning must've been the longest night in recent memory? I kept tossing, turning and waking up from coughing, fever among other sources.

I forgot to mention there's a delightful short story about H.P.L. concerning his final days. As he lay in the hospital suffering excruciating pain from cancer of the small intestine he's staring up at a crack in the ceiling. Suddenly the crack opens revealing a three lobed burning eye which lowers a tentacle that passes into his gut and removes the cancer from his body. The three lobed burning eye winks conspiratorially at him. With his unusual and improbably recovery he returns home and goes on to acknowledge the fame and fortune long past due to Grampa.

Every so often he invites an up-and-coming writer to his palatial home who never returns. He is bound as a gentleman to return the favor by offering the worst authors to his alien gods who actually exist in his reality.

Just wish I could remember the name of the story because after reading H.P. Lovecraft: A Life, I'd like to read something uplifting about The Gentleman of Providence.

fear

A few mornings ago I awoke with a small epiphany. Fear and anger are diametrically opposed to knowledge. The more one knows about a topic the less likely one will be bullied by fear or manipulated through anger to accomplish the bidding of an interested party.

This underscored my desire to return to school and acquire a degree. I am intent on pursuing a degree in something that I enjoy rather than something which can advance my standing in life.

I fell asleep while writing this and I'm going to give up for now.

oneiromancy

I am the last human on Earth. Overnight everyone except me were transformed into cats. The streets were full of dozing felines. Cats who were cats before the change remained cats. They took advantage of the situation by establishing themselves as leaders.

So I went to the Birdhouse and found a white cat with ginger spots and a tabby cat. The former was very friendly and let me pick him up while the tabby was very scared and followed me out of concern for the well-being of her friend. What amused me was the "M" on her head underscored her identity as maribou.

Now that all the cats were outside I went back home feeling content at performing a good deed. As I walked into the backyard black tentacles erupted from the ground, ensnared me and dragged me under into the darkness.