When I was six or seven I used to be tormented constantly with a peculiar type of recurrent nightmare in which a monstrous race of entities (called by me 'Night-Gaunts' -- I don't know where I got hold of the name) used to snatch me up by the stomach and carry me off through infinite leagues of black air over the towers of dead and horrible cities. They would finally get me into a grey void where I could see the needle-like pinnacles of enormous mountains miles below. Then they would let me drop -- and as I gained momentum in my Icarus-like plunge I would start awake in such a panic that I hated to think of sleeping again.
HP Lovecraft.
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