09/30-10/01
I dreamt that I was a child, about 10 years old. Me and some others were on a beach, grey and desolate, the waves crashing upon rocks. We were playing this game where we would hop up on this low wall and then scoot across in a line. All the while we chanted a sing-song chant, like a rope-skipping rhyme, except this one was in praise of the Great Old Ones.
I could feel his massive presence. We were scared, but knew that there was no way to hide, no way to avoid what was to come. So we just kept on playing. And Cthulhu was on his way.