[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Weird Tales October, November, December 1929. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] The horror first took concrete form amid that most unconcrete of all things--a hashish dream. I was off on a timeless, spaceless journey through the strange lands that belong to this state of being, a million miles away from earth and all things earthly; yet I became cognizant that something was reaching across the unknown voids--something that tore ruthlessly at the separating curtains of my illusions and intruded itself into my visions.…
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