A subtle chill goes through my spine as I try to recall this fuzzy dream memory. But, I assure you, every word is true.
It was at a twisted time between dream and wakening. A hatch appeared in my bedroom ceiling, supposedly leading up to the attic, but it wasn't the attic.
Spiders. Massive tarantulas. I slammed the hatch shut again, falling back onto my bed. I could feel Him up there, laughing at me. I wasn't going to be weak. He wasn't going to have his way. I pulled the hatch down and marched past those spiders and into the dark, shadowy attic.
Two stools stood in a shaft of moonlight. I took my seat in one, feeling the green padding. Then He came. Nyarlathotep. Emerging from the darkest part of the room. He took a seat too, dressed in dark black robes, that glimmered in the moonlight. (Dark Pretty!)
I couldn't see his face, just.... nothing. I could feel him looking at me though. He spoke to me, but my mind simply cannot recall what he said.
I think I insulted Him. My ego simply could not pass up the chance to mock him, calling him a weak Thoughtform. His reply was bitterly sarcastic- or was he angry?- saying that he was a God, capable of crushig the world with a thought.
Yeah... I was startled awake suddenly. Just snapping back to the waking world.
Now, I still don't know what it was. Was it a Thoughtform? The Crawling Chaos? A Trickster spirit?