C-SDN04 (Jun 15, 2016)
Puzzle
“Dead and dreaming.”
C.C. Trivia | 1 Word
Clue
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Clue 1: Probably the most famous of H.P. Lovecraft's monsters - but not it specifically.
Clue 2: Where does this monster wait?
Clue 3: La! La! Cthulu fhtagn!
Answer and Explanation
Answer: R'lyeh
Explanation: In Lovecraft's stories, R'lyeh is sometimes referred to in the ritualistic phrase "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn", which roughly translates to "In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
CAFE AND DINER RECEIPT
DATE: 7/15/16
BY C.C.
SHADOWY NIGHTMARES CASE NO. 4
I don’t think I could call that sleeping, for what it’s worth. As expected, I had another nightmare last night, though it felt so much more real than any dream I’ve had before. All of these nightmares have felt incredibly lucid, almost as if I am living through these horrifying moments only to be sucked back to “reality,” upon waking. But even waking does little to ease the terrors I experience in my dreams. Tendrils of unseen forces coil around me, pulling apart muscle and bone as if dissecting me in some sort of still-as-death cosmic cemetery.
Last night’s nightmare was much of the same. It began in suffocating darkness. I could feel my lungs fill with viscous, bitter, ice-cold ooze. Coughing only made it worse; each breath was like swallowing lead. Just as my senses started to dull, my bones were violently yanked from my flesh and scattered across a barren island like macabre confetti. I clung to my fragmented consciousness, trying to focus through the disorientation. Just as I begin to feel my awareness come under my control, a piercing tempest sweeps my bones back into the abyssal sea, where they sink down to its deepest depths.
However, last night was different. I lingered in that state of lucidity just a bit longer. Out of the ink-black ocean arose a monolithic figure, his trident crafted from bone and rotting seaweed. His whisper cut through the water like a cold current, murmuring cryptic prophecies of unearthly horrors summoned to flood the earth in an eternal night. His words dissolved in my mind like sugar in cold coffee, leaving an aftertaste of dreading familiarity. I couldn’t make out the rest, or maybe I just can’t remember what he said, but as I sunk to the bottom of the ocean, I saw a twinkling light. Whatever that light was, it brought me the only comfort I’ve felt from my dreams in weeks.