Cthulhu 4

Woke up hyperventilating. Had to confirm that I had phone, cane, keys, wallet and passport before I could calm down.

It was an amalgamation of many dicey situations I have had traveling which I handled calmly and successfully in real life.

I guess the suppressed anxiety built up into this really detailed and messed up dream though, like The Green Man or The Wicker Man.

Sometimes my brain is extremely funny in dreams. This was horrorshow.

My hat is off to you, brain.

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Cthulhu 3

My omelette was gone. The server, dressed in 16th century costume, gives me someone else's plate they just cleared. It had foot long many tentacled Kraken on it with hundreds of tiny glittering black eyes on its skin inside and out. There were pieces of lobster inside the body cavity. It was alive and the eyes were watching.

I could not find my way out of the building. People talking, in subtitled Dansk, about "The Book." And Greenland.

Found the car and drove.
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Cthulhu 2

I ordered an omelette and they brought me a spinach omelette. I got up and started looking at the half-finished or inexplicable displays. Elements of ELP's Karn Evil 9 and Firesign Theater appear as exhibits. I lose my watch, my cane, my phone charger, and my phone is behaving strangely. The place is much larger inside than out, resembling various Vasa castles, notably Kalmar Slott, near where I used to live. I find my way outside, go back in to pay the bill.

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Isa entered the common room of the Tori, the aftermath of a restless night deeply imprinted on her face.

"Hrrmmmm." She wagged a tired hand at Rip, who had just filled a pouch with fresh coffee. They looked at the pouch longingly, grumbled, then tossed it at Isa and refilled the brewer.

A minute later, they joined Isa at the table.

"Couldn't sleep?" Rip held out a cookie.

"Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ada's face with those sad eyes." Isa sighed. "How is she?"

"She's fine." Rip sipped their coffee. "She's the most resilient being I've met. And I had pet water bears."

"Didn't look fine." Isa looked at Rip warily.

"She knows how to deal with her shit." Rip shrugged. "When she needs to be angry and sad, she is, and when she needs to be strong and focused, she will be."

"How do I do that?" Isa asked, her voice tired.

Rip shook their head. "No idea. You'll have to ask her." They kneaded their coffee pouch. "She's in the infirmary right now, waking up Surya."

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