LordEdrick

For the third time now, I have dreamt of a place beyond my understanding and that riddles me to the brink of vexation. At the bottom of a mansion architected by the deepest recesses of my subconscious, down innumerable flights of stairs, sealed behind iron doors that are locked with impossible locks, this place is both profane and wondrous. Like my "Unknown Kadath" this place tempts me, and I desire to go there, and walk through its terrible doors. Not a place I can travel to in the waking world, I can only travel there in the deepest of slumbers. Were I more experienced dreamer I might be able to travel there with greater success. The second