Recording my own dreams. Some of them I really want to write out, but there are too many plot holes, so I'll put them here for now.
These are all pulled from chat records and will include...
Cthulhu
At the beginning, I and a group of people took a bus back to my hometown and found that the village was occupied by indescribable things.
Then because someone accidentally looked directly at Him, we were targeted.
His followers are crazy and want to assimilate us all and dedicate us to Him, following His will.
We were forced into the mountains. There were caves dug by our ancestors on the mountain where my hometown is, and we spent the night there.
Then we discovered a problem. Because of His presence, there were almost no animals on the mountain and we had nothing to eat.
Later I caught a sheep, which should have been raised by people in the village in the past (my family also raises one), a ewe that can produce milk.
Someone suggested killing the sheep for meat, but I rejected their suggestion and kept it, telling them that with it, we would have goat's milk to drink every day.
The dream afterwards was more confusing.
Perhaps we finally escaped from His range, but didn't someone look directly at Him? That person was assimilated without our knowledge, and even bewitched several people who were close to Him.
Because I performed so outstandingly (helping everyone survive and escaping with others), I was targeted.
Although they came out, they wanted to tie me back up and make me look directly at Him so that I could become His believer.
Then, in the dream, I defeated them one on five, and the organization sent people to pick me up. Then I realized that the thing at that time was an evil god in Cthulhu, and I (the me outside the dream) realized that I was an undercover drug enforcement police.
Then he drove those five people and me back to the organization to investigate their mental states. While in the car, I vaguely saw an eye, His eye.
When I came back to my senses, the person who came to pick me up was chattering about my experience, such as how I joined the regiment at what age, joined the military, joined the party, took the initiative to join the special police, and signed the undercover confidentiality agreement.
I don't know when my sanity declined, and I resonated with that indescribable thing, and then I got a glimpse of it.
I don't know much about Cthulhu, but my identity is too bold! How dare I touch an undercover drug enforcement officer?