Last night I had a dream that I wasn't in. Instead it was about an eight-year-old boy who was stuck in a cosmic horror type situation where he ended up confronted by Nyarlathotep in a cemetery.
The Crawling Chaos took the form of a monster that was not dark blue with an enormous gaping jaw shaped like a semicircle surmounted by a multitude of eyes like tiny fires.
And the boy realized that the monster was a manifestation of his fear of fire, which came about when he burned himself badly lighting a hannukiah (a nine-candle menorah specifically used at Hanukkah). He confronted Nyarlathotep with a lit hannukiah and ... the dream ended there?
I have no idea how it ended because I woke up. Not with a start but just, that was the moment I woke up.
I love when I have these kinds of narrative dreams because it means I'm not having flashbacks.