I should have heeded the warning of this card, but I gave into wanton temptations instead. Now I just feel foolish, and exhausted. And vacant.
My dreams have been so vivid lately (and in some ways, still, as I have mentioned in a private entry, instructive), but my long-term recall is shit. I must start recording them, as I used to. Two days ago I dreamed of Necronomicon. This morning I dreamed I was working in the strip club again. But I was not me. Or perhaps I was no one, just an omnipresent witness to what was going on. I think the latter. There was something revealed to me in my dream this morning. Something that felt healing. But I don’t remember what it was. I know what I must do now, though.
I am ordering a hard cover edition of editor Joshua Free’s Necronomicon (Forward by Tracy R. Twyman). It is alleged to be highly informative; however, with minimal commentary. Just my style. Besides, I gave my Simon Necronomicon to a silly boy, who stole my heart.