29th of June

In the end, I was unable to visit my dearest Presley as he has been sent to another university further down the coast for a few days - surprising the both of us as he has been whisked away a mere two hours after receiving word of his assignment. My heart already aches with the mere thought of being apart for so long... A fact that I shared with Shub-Niggurath when I told her of my woes last night. For it seems every day I do not spread her love, her gifts, pulling her into our reality in the process, she pulls me into hers.

I found myself sitting on her lap, so very soft and large, leaning back into Shub-Niggurath's marvelous breasts that eclipsed my entire body weight. Somehow, I do not remember her being just that large the times I dreamt of her before, but such is the nature of dreams and Shub-Niggurath's realm. It felt so soothing, her loving arms around me, and her voice in my ears.

"My dearest Daughter... First in an Age... you are doing so, so well," the All-Mother spoke, her soft touch on my scalp even though both her arms were around me. "I can sense the one that shall soon be your sister... Presley, you call him. He shall dream of me soon, and receive my gifts as you have. And he shall spread my influence as you do..."

My dream-self must have tensed up at these words, because Shub-Niggurath cooed and kissed the top of my head.

"I know you really, truly love him, but please, beloved Daughter, understand the importance of strengthening me. I need more Daughters, more power, until I am strong enough to reach your world. Wouldn't you like that, dearest Daughter? Do you not wish to be with me in your waking hours?"

In the dream, my answer was a resounding yes.

Now that I am awake, I can't but think about what it would mean for the world if Shub-Niggurath was to walk among us.

I have been blessed yet again. The tendrils of Shub-Niggurath's love writhe more vigorously, my skin stretching every so often when they rise from the depths. As I was applying makeup as Miss Blake taught me, my cheek, my forehead, my neck bulged and writhed - I shall have to wear a veil, most likely, lest I am found out by ones not yet blessed by the All-Mother.

I now know why the tendrils beneath my skin are sometimes more agitated - for just after breakfast, they relented in their movements. The sensation is faint, but I now seem to be able to sense when a man or woman nearby is in the throes of lust (in the morning, a neighbour must have been... having fun). And whenever this happens, the writhing within me becomes more intense. I am curious what happens when I am closer to one enjoying carnal pleasures...