Elder Art
Last night I had the first dream I've ever had with a distinctly lovecraftian flavor.

In it I was visiting a friend, who happened to be a sculptor, and staying with him in his apartment. He was showing me some of his work, which was constructed from fleshy, cadaverous bits all sewn together into biomorphic assemblages. They were quite disturbing.

Then the sculptures started moving. We never saw them move at first. They would just have shifted locations when we weren't looking. Then, rather suddenly, the apartment was very warm and the three cats he owned fled. There was a dark stairway that I swear hadn't been there before and a massive sculptural shape oozing down it toward us. I can't describe the way it moved very well. It didn't walk or float or undulate. It just kind of shifted in a way that physics shouldn't allow. I know we had to get out of there!

And then I woke up, sweating.