Lost Carcosa

To all my readers, Happy Thanksgiving!

I’m fairly certain I have at least a few things I can be thankful for today. My life isn’t completely terrible or unlivable. I have friends, loved ones, and a great cat. My artistry isn’t completely suck ass. And for the most part, I do have my health. (When I’m not trying to break myself)

I hope all of you are in good health, happy spirits, and things are going well!

I think we can all say, I’m thankful H.P. Lovecraft was wrong…

Or was he?

I have several odd recurring dreams, but this is one in particular that seems rather Lovecraftian.  It involves… -dramatic pause- … a KittenWitch! Dun dun Duuuunnnnn!

In this dream, it becomes known to me that the cute little soft and purry kitten is in fact a witch or other being intent on the destruction of myself and those around me.  This creature may look all soft and cuddly, but it lives in the spaces between the walls plotting our demise.  This space, of course, is much larger than the actual thickness of the walls, and at an odd angle such that if you were to hold a mirror so that you could see the rooms reflection but off kilter at about 5 to 10 degrees, that space in the angled area; Thats where it lived and performed the evil rituals.

Now, like any good Lovecraftian dream, we have a problem.  I need to kill the KittenWitch to prevent it from killing us and possibly destroying humanity… But only I know the truth of the matter.  No one else sees the evil being in all its horrific ugliness superimposed on its physical kittenish exterior.  All anyone else sees is me choking a kitten.  Or at least that is all they would see if I were to attempt to extinguish said KittenWitch in the presence of others.  Instead I can only hold the thing and keep it from escaping back to its lair within the angles of the walls, while people continuously enter and leave the room.  So I sit there trying to save the world in the brief moments between interruptions by innocent and unknowing minds.

Or am I just slowly going insane?  Is it in fact just a normal kitten, trying to go about its kittenish ways?  Am I seeing something only a broken mind can see?  Or am I really seeing the truth, and by doing this deed, bring my own sanity into question for others?  Either way, it is an insane problem.

I really wish I could read German.  Actually, I wish I could speak and read a lot of languages, including Japanese, especially considering the fact that I am half Japanese… but we’re talking about German here.  The reason behind my wishing to read German is because there appears to be an excellent HPL/Call of Cthulhu site called “Omnia Exeunt in Mysterium”, and its all done up in German.

You can find the site here.

Or, for us non-German speaking readers, you can Googlelate it here.

Last night, once I finally managed to get to sleep, I ended up having one of the weirdest and scariest dreams I’ve had in a long, long time.  One that caused me to physically kick out and bolt up, heart racing, scared for my life.

I was in a building, much like an old high school.  When I entered the Library, I found one of he offices taped up with Police tape, and come to find out that a friend from highschool and her mother had just been murdered by another teacher that went nuts.

That sucks, but Im there to remove two pieces of art from a shelf.  A 12 foot shelf whose holding brackets are way too close together.  Removing one of the pieces ended up tipping the shelf, causing the other pieces to fall and break.  Now this disturbs me, because I value art, and being the cause of breaking other people’s art is just not cool.  Not cool at all.

Not feeling good, I go back to the room where my Army platoon is sleeping.  Odd, but it makes sense to my dream self.  There’s a girl who’s all over me. It’s the guy’s supposed dream of finding a hot girl who just wants sex.  But it’s not what I want.  I want something else.  I want more than that.

So I wander around the place, not finding what I was looking for because it’s not an object to find.  On my way back, I enter the room adjacent to where all of my Army buddies are sleeping.  I find three women in there.  One, the closest to the far door, is young.  One is middle aged.  And the third, the closest to me, is old, and extremely scary looking.

As I enter, I see the young one leave the room.  THe middle one turns away to face the far door.  As she does this, the far door, the door behind me, and the door to my far left, all slam shut. As the doors all slam shut, the crone comes at me, mouth wide open.  I kick as hard as I can, but my foot passes right through her body.  My right arm, raised in a defensive position, it clamped down upon by the crone’s teeth.  I can feel the life draining from me, as I attempt to call out for help, but nothing more than a half whisper comes out.

“Help…. help… help…”

None of my buddies can hear me, and I make one more attempt to kick myself away.  I wake then, leg kicking out hard, my heart racing, mouth dry.

I think this dream has a lot of meaning for those who believe in finding meanings in dream.  I’m not sure I do, but I think it still says a lot.  Maybe I’m afraid of losing my friends.  I’m not finding what I want in life.  Possibly I’m afraid I will be forgotten, or that my friends really aren’t more than passing acquaintences.  And just maybe, the three ladies of fate are telling me my time is coming to an end sooner than I had expected.

Whatever it is, it was not a pleasent dream.

For you American readers, Happy Independence Day!

Interesting side note for my fellow Massachusetts readers.

In 1781, the Massachusetts General Court became the first state legislature to recognize Independence Day as a state celebration.

Read a little about the history.

For some people, it is a means for delivering important documents to their clients, or to their lawyers. For others, it is a way to share family moments and class photos with the grandparents and other relatives. For some, it is a hat. The U.S. Postal Service document mailer makes a great head cover for those early morning naps in the Boston subway system. Get yours today at your local U.S. Post Office. Don’t be fooled by those plain manilla envelopes found elsewhere. Get an official, high-quality envelope from your nearest Postal Service representative.

Taken in the Park Street Station of the Boston Red Line subway system.

Comic Book Resources has just interviewed cover illustrator J.K. Woodward and interior artist Andrew Ritchie about BOOM! Comics’ upcoming “Necronomicon”.  Issue #1 is set for an August release.  To read what Woodward and Ritchie have to say about drawing for this Lovecraftian comic, a little about what they’ve worked on before, and to see some of the artwork, head on over to Comic Book Resources.

I’m back! Yeay!

Time to do the loads of laundry, do the bills, balance the check book, and see about getting that MRI done on my shoulder. Little hint… If you’re going to get into a fight with the ground, the ground is going to win. Running speed crashes into the ground with 50 pounds of gear on just might cause a little damage.

Oh, and Lovecraft/pulp/fiction posts of course! Time for me to start scouring the web again! We’ll celebrate my return with an awesome video my brother John sent me.

Sebastian’s Voodoo