Recovered Ultra Memories

Lately I've been sleeping badly.

Bright lights. Shadows. Feet. Numbers. Water-bottles. Hairy asses hanging out of shorts. Voices. Wide-eyed aliens wearing bib numbers. Then the Carboplex Anal Probe.

I was having Recovered Ultra Memories.

I got an entry into SJT50k. I took it.

In a fogged dream state I drove to Arkham. There I logged on to the Miskatonic University List_Serve. Search terms "Cthulu, Salt, Elder Gods, VO2 Max". Hundreds of hits. I read them all.

I began to feverishly study the UltraNecronomicon, looking for clues, portents, auguries, and divinations.

I could hear the low batrachian gurgling. Nameless dread. Looks like I'll be at the starting line. Out of the corner of my eye I see the blighted minions of Yog-Sothoth lurking in the poison oak.

With any luck I'll be at the finish line too.


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