beneath the dirt, the skin
a dream that is one part Cthulhu mythos and one part late night anatomy homework
I was living in a house, a smallish wooden construction painted primarily cadet blue both inside and out. It had nice wooden floors and almost absolutely no furniture. Perhaps I had just moved in. I shared the house with an indeterminant number of roommates and assorted friends of roommates but I didn't encounter any of them with any great frequency, or for any great length of time.
The pipes in the basement had sprung a leak, so I took the stairs from the kitchen down to the basement. The basement was dark and wet. The dirt floor was covered in roughly six inches of water. The walls and ceiling were a tangled web of pipes that split, converged, and wrapped around one another seemingly going no place in particular. I was unable to find the source of the leak after a cursory examination of this unfathomable mess of metal, but this would soon be the least of my troubles.
Cracks appeared in the moist earth floor, and with a sickening slurping noise thick tendrils of skin rose from the ground, oozing and slowly flopping about. Thick loops of intestine coiled angrily about one another. The earth heaved and great bubbles of skin rose and quivered like water just before it boils.
I ran upstairs to find that tentacles of flesh had begun to slowly bubble out of every faucet, pipe, and fixture. A giant elephant trunk of a phallus, covered in ropey black hairs sat upon the rim of my toilet looking menacing. The house creaked angrily as its foundation was shifted by tons of this scaly skin moved beneath it.
I attempted to locate my roommates and their friends, whose murmurs I could hear in some adjacent room, but could never locate. It was then that I realized beneath the surface of the earth some misshapen lump of human flesh had stirred. It was now devouring everyone in the house and I was inevitably next.
...
I remember that when I awoke I needed to visit the bathroom to relieve my bladder, but fear kept me under the covers just in case I wasn't alone in there.
The pipes in the basement had sprung a leak, so I took the stairs from the kitchen down to the basement. The basement was dark and wet. The dirt floor was covered in roughly six inches of water. The walls and ceiling were a tangled web of pipes that split, converged, and wrapped around one another seemingly going no place in particular. I was unable to find the source of the leak after a cursory examination of this unfathomable mess of metal, but this would soon be the least of my troubles.
Cracks appeared in the moist earth floor, and with a sickening slurping noise thick tendrils of skin rose from the ground, oozing and slowly flopping about. Thick loops of intestine coiled angrily about one another. The earth heaved and great bubbles of skin rose and quivered like water just before it boils.
I ran upstairs to find that tentacles of flesh had begun to slowly bubble out of every faucet, pipe, and fixture. A giant elephant trunk of a phallus, covered in ropey black hairs sat upon the rim of my toilet looking menacing. The house creaked angrily as its foundation was shifted by tons of this scaly skin moved beneath it.
I attempted to locate my roommates and their friends, whose murmurs I could hear in some adjacent room, but could never locate. It was then that I realized beneath the surface of the earth some misshapen lump of human flesh had stirred. It was now devouring everyone in the house and I was inevitably next.
...
I remember that when I awoke I needed to visit the bathroom to relieve my bladder, but fear kept me under the covers just in case I wasn't alone in there.