Dream: Lovecraft's 'daughter'
Lost a lot of the details before I Could get it all written down.
Adopted daughter in a large, natural family. Odd things start to happen. Siblings possessed, fighting each other. Cannibalism. I am constantly sick, frail constitution.
Reach adulthood, barely. Approached by a Protestant priest (Sam Neill). Kind of fast and loose morality, but still a priest. Start to learn about a lot of weird things. (possessed exercise machine made in the 1950s is one thing I remember). Catholic priest finds us. The two do not get along very well, but they know something is going on. Items are 'awakening', bad things are happening.
Every night I am given the option to take communion because of whatever illness seems to strike hardest at night, and it helps me rest.
Cut away, two priests in the hall. Protestant to Catholic, "Father, it has been six years since my last confession." This is usually a tense joke between them, he is serious. They sit down to take a meal in a private office while I/the girl are somewhere else asleep. Neither are eating. Dream perspective moves into the room.
Catholic priest, "This is really a vile thing you're suggesting."
"Things are getting out of hand, if he's really come back, it's the only way."
"I know. Have you discussed it with her?"
"How can I?"
"Making the (word) dagger is the blackest of choices and she needs to understand, at least. God's forgiveness will not be enough."
Head in hands, pushing back his thinning hair, "I know."
Nothing is said out loud but all implications are there - the girl/I am the descendant of Lovecraft and he did not actually die. He was changed and disappeared and now he was coming back to life/the world. The only way anyone knew to stop him, or whatever he was now that he was returning, was with a (word) dagger, which had to be infused wtih the life of a relative. So, the Protestant priest in his studies had figured out and was quickly realizing that things were so out of hand that he'd considered they needed to kill me to make the dagger... but the idea of taking an innocent life is a heavy thing.
Then my alarm.
Adopted daughter in a large, natural family. Odd things start to happen. Siblings possessed, fighting each other. Cannibalism. I am constantly sick, frail constitution.
Reach adulthood, barely. Approached by a Protestant priest (Sam Neill). Kind of fast and loose morality, but still a priest. Start to learn about a lot of weird things. (possessed exercise machine made in the 1950s is one thing I remember). Catholic priest finds us. The two do not get along very well, but they know something is going on. Items are 'awakening', bad things are happening.
Every night I am given the option to take communion because of whatever illness seems to strike hardest at night, and it helps me rest.
Cut away, two priests in the hall. Protestant to Catholic, "Father, it has been six years since my last confession." This is usually a tense joke between them, he is serious. They sit down to take a meal in a private office while I/the girl are somewhere else asleep. Neither are eating. Dream perspective moves into the room.
Catholic priest, "This is really a vile thing you're suggesting."
"Things are getting out of hand, if he's really come back, it's the only way."
"I know. Have you discussed it with her?"
"How can I?"
"Making the (word) dagger is the blackest of choices and she needs to understand, at least. God's forgiveness will not be enough."
Head in hands, pushing back his thinning hair, "I know."
Nothing is said out loud but all implications are there - the girl/I am the descendant of Lovecraft and he did not actually die. He was changed and disappeared and now he was coming back to life/the world. The only way anyone knew to stop him, or whatever he was now that he was returning, was with a (word) dagger, which had to be infused wtih the life of a relative. So, the Protestant priest in his studies had figured out and was quickly realizing that things were so out of hand that he'd considered they needed to kill me to make the dagger... but the idea of taking an innocent life is a heavy thing.
Then my alarm.