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In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu lies dreaming. I focus on my dreamwatcher machine, making minute adjustments in all five dimensions.
The Great Old One whimpers, vast limbs twitching in unease. What visions can terrify such an entity?
An image forms in the machine.
A classroom.
No trousers.
@MicroSFF I kinda miss those dreams. They were... harmless? Also, all the weird ways I'd travel from one place to another while trying to get home to reach my clothes were actually quite funny. I remember walking through doors only to find myself crawling out from underneath all kinds of furniture more than once.
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