I had a dream last night.
I try to assume that every dream has meaning, but this was probably more of a brain collage.
I was in a study, which I promptly assumed to be my grandfather’s due to all the old music and poetry books on the shelves. The study was normal except for one thing: one of the walls opened up into an immense cavern where, resting just out of sight, was an ancient, eldritch god. I couldn’t quite glimpse it, but I was certain it was there, and I realize now how much its presence frightened me. I remember flipping through all of my grandfather’s old books, trying desperately to find the creature some music that would satisfy it, prevent it from devouring me whole.
I finally settled upon a book of songs by The Zombies, hoping that A Rose for Emily (one of my favorite songs) was included in the compilation. I threw it into the cavern and watched as the beast whipped out a long tentacle and absorbed the book in a flash of blinding, white light. I heard a satisfied groan, but something told me it would find something in the book it wouldn’t like and again grow irritated. But, for some reason, this was my last chance, and if I had waited any longer, the consequences would have been disastrous. So, the dream ends with me waiting, terrified, for the god to finish the book and for me to receive my verdict.
I think this dream was a collage of my recent obsession with Elden Ring and its many beasts, gods, and cavernous castles, as well as my love of A Rose for Emily. It’s funny; I didn’t even remember this dream until I was driving to the cafe and the song came over the radio. In a flash of remembrance that threatened to take my attention off the road, the dream returned to me, and I knew I had to write it down when I got here.
Have a peaceful day, and pleasant dreams to all.