C`thulhu fhtagn

((Read the previous post first.  It'll make more sense.))

"...and from some undetermined point below had come a voice that was not a voice; a chaotic sensation which only fancy could transmute into sound, but which he attempted to render by the almost unpronounceable jumble of letters..."

Happy New Years.

Climbing out of the fog of semi-consciousness some call sleep at or after a wild party is a singular experience, one that cannot be comprehended by those that have not done so.

Imagine you are laid out, semi-conscious, on a mattress on the floor, a blanket thrown over you, as the party continues around you. You flop and twitch, rolling back and forth on the lumpy pillow as your neck twists and turns. Suddenly, your eyes open, and instead of any earthly vista presented before you, you waken in a dark set of rooms, with no regular set of walls around you, and through the dim lighting, forms twist and writhe before you, their sometimes shining skin reflecting bits and pieces of luminescence while the rest of them remains cloaked in a wraith-like shadow. A beat fills the room as the spectres cavort back and forth, a beat that pulls at your consciousness, a beat that cannot be reconciled as music by your addled senses, yet cannot be ignored in its volume. You lay there, hoping against hope and praying to an apathetic deity that this scene you are witnessing will make sense, that you will no longer feel like an outcaste trapped in some alien nightmare. You lay there for what seems like an interminable amount of time, but you remain a prisoner in your own mind, trapped in a C'thonic nightmare with towering deities and non-Euclidean angles.

Eventually, after what was probably a much shorter time than it seemed to you, things gradually begin to make sense, and you feel comfortable drifting back to sleep...unfortunately, that hard-won comprehension deserts you by the time you come awake ten minutes later. Now, imagine you do this, say, three or four times, and each time seems stranger and more twisted than the last.

This is why I ended up sleeping in the car. We won't talk about what I felt when I woke up THERE this morning.

It WAS a great party, and a Happy New Year, indeed.

I resolve to NEVER do that again.

Now, if you'll excuse me, the Advil bottle is saying stuff about my mother, and I should really discuss that with it.