Lovecraftian dreams
Feb. 28th, 2006 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Last night I had a dream which began when my sister said to me, "Hey, do you remember that really wrong-looking house out on Ridgedale, the one with the log cabin behind it? They've done some construction on it, and now the cabin's gone and the house is twice as big. I swear the cabin was still there yesterday."
"What wrong-looking house on Ridgedale?" I asked, having no memory of a house like that. (There is no such house, of course. The only noteworthy house on Ridgedale is the one with the small bear statue out front, which was stolen once -- the bear, not the house.)
"The one on the corner of Ridgedale and Nyarlathotep," my dad said.
...
It got weirder from there.
"What wrong-looking house on Ridgedale?" I asked, having no memory of a house like that. (There is no such house, of course. The only noteworthy house on Ridgedale is the one with the small bear statue out front, which was stolen once -- the bear, not the house.)
"The one on the corner of Ridgedale and Nyarlathotep," my dad said.
...
It got weirder from there.