Posts tagged with “bast”

03/26/11

Troubling dreams. I dreamt I was underground. No light. I had to find my way by touch and sound. Dry bones crunched under my feet. Off in the distance I could hear water falling, but there was no moisturein the air or on the rocks in my location.

After a while I began to hear a leathery fluttering, raspy breathing, as if there were creatures circling me. I began to panic. I hurried my pace; surely this cave must have an exit somewhere. I headed for the sound of the water. At one point I thought I felt something brush against my leg. I gasped and tried to scream, but no sound came.

Eventually I saw a glimmer of light ahead of me – an opening! I scrambled towards it as fast as I could, heedless of any rocks or barriers in my way. At one point I tripped and cut my knee, which caused whatever was shadowing me to stir and chitter. I ran.

And just like that, I was out. I don't even remember crossing the threshold, but just beyond this (from the outside, deceptively small) cave opening was a tiny village. Welcoming-looking green-roofed houses clumped together in an inviting fashion, and up on the highest hill I could see a small temple in the distance.

Even before I reached it, I knew what village this must be. This was Ulthar, the dream city wherein it is forbidden to kill a cat.


03/19/11

After a couple days, I've gotten used to sleeping in late and doing most of my exploration at night. The temple here is only open from moon-rise to moon-set. And it's closed on the new moon.

The temple is a smallish compared to the others in the city, sandstone with bits of marble. Regal feline statues wearing crowns guard the entrance. A large opening in the roof and an ingenious set of mirrors allow the entire main area to be lit by moonlight. I wonder what they do on a cloudy night.

By the altar, the cat-headed goddess's statue. Polished ebony, bare-breasted and wearing exquisite golden jewelry. Wreathes of flowers around her neck and laid at her feet.


03/12/11

It seems strange to speak of this district having a "night life" as such, but as befitting its name, it's far busier at night than during the day. But it's not drunken, rowdy students and ruffians. Instead, it's mostly mothers and children and the ever-present cats. In fact, in this district, quite a few of the establishments don't even open until after sunrise.

During the day, the streets are quiet, but by no means empty. But most of the interesting bits are at night, so I adapt.