I was in a strange house, where a girl or young woman showed me a room that looked like a semi-aquatic exhibit at a zoo. The back half was filled with murky water, and the effect of the house and the room was to fill me a sense of horror and foreboding. The word “Cthulhul” kept appearing in my mind, and for what seemed like hours I spelled it over and over again, obsessively, stopping only when I woke up.

I have never read Lovecraft.