Dream #1,102

Dreamt the head of a cult was trying to bring out the End of the World by summoning Lovecraftian monstrosities into our reality. We had traced his activities to a small island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and were discussing the best, fastest way to get there. Eventually we settled on a route that would take us through the city of Hope Point, Antarctica. This route was a little slower than sailing straight across the ocean, but it would allow us to resupply before raiding the island.

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