A PRAYER TO THE PRIEST OF DREAMS
My son, there are three things you must know when you go skinny dipping in the ocean after midnight. First and foremost, you must be naked. Stop snickering. It’s obvious but true. You must be naked; otherwise you’re just swimming. Present yourself to Mother Pacific as a corpse on a slab being prepared for the final rite, and she will welcome you.
Lovecraft had a fear of knowledge, so you know, he’d probably have loved the Age of Information? Thoth and his mother have been on the run from Thoth’s father and his family for the past year, ever since the divorce papers were finalized. They travel from town to town, relocating at a moments notice, dragging a wicked old steamer trunk full of secrets. Every man in Thoth’s family has attempted to open that trunk. Every man has failed. But Thoth knows something the rest of his line did not, and the family is coming to rip that secret from his head. One way or another.“
A Prayer to the Priest of Dreams” was originally published in Innsmouth Magazine No. 11.