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.
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