My previous post (which i have since deleted) is a sign to affirm that I did indeed get the call.
It happened when I was about 6 or 8 or maybe younger. My dream was black and white and I saw a man in a black robe whisper something to me. Around him were people in pain and agony and he held a book and stretched his right arm out.
(In the real world my room at the time was pitch black)
I woke up and shrugged it off as a nightmare. I went back to sleep and carried on with my life. Until yesterday where I remembered of my dream.
(I always felt a little weird and since I discovered cthulhu in 2014 or 15 I felt a deep, old connection.)
Brothers and Sisters, dreams are dreams and some are signs. Think back like I did yesterday. Maybe you will remember your long lost calling.