Last night I was initiated into the order of Cthulhu by someone who was quite possibly
I got a written invitation to meet someone in a street somewhere out by King's Cross, which came to me at college (or work, maybe, I don't remember) - by the time I got there, on a Friday night, it was very dark but for the glow of neon signs that were always in the next road, never the one I was walking down. The next thing I knew I'd been bundled into the back of a taxi. I blacked out.
I came to in an enormous hall, shadowy and dark as far up as the eye could see - the hall seemed to be vaulted, but I never saw the roof itself. It was lit by tiny red candles everywhere. When I came to, I think I was already scrubbing the floor. I did everything I was told that night, and I think I was told it by voices in my head rather than any one person. I don't remember sleeping. Then it was Saturday.
It was always night where I was, I don't know that I ever looked at a watch to check otherwise - in fact, I don't think I can have been wearing a watch, given what happened that night. I remember finding myself on a huge bed, the bedclothes made from burgundy and white silk so fine it felt like water, and then there was someone who, as I said, may have been
At some point I passed out again, and when I came to I was sitting on a bus, dressed in my school uniform, with no shoes on. The bus stopped at Liverpool Street and I staggered out, trying to think where I might have left my shoes. For some reason I decided
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That was one dream; others last night and this morning included
Sometimes I wish I could find someone prepared to interpret these things. Other times I'm really glad I can't.
Edit : Unrelatedly - I'm not saying every cloud has a silver lining, but there is always something interesting around every corner, which is reason enough to keep walking if you can only remember it when it really matters, which I frequently can't. I'd like to thank
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