Last night I had a dream
in which H.P. Lovecraft came to me.
He reached into his suit coat pocket
and gave me a silver key.
Edgar Allan Poe descended
out of the gloomy sky.
He presented me with a raven
and a black cat with one eye.
Franz Kafka walked up to me
looking paranoid and wild-eyed.
He handed me some insurance forms
and a can of pesticide.
Lewis Carroll popped out of a rabbit hole,
accompanied by a jubjub bird.
They bequeathed a vorpal sword to me,
then disappeared without a word.
I awoke from my dream
feeling as though I'd been drugged.
When I sat up I a saw a silver key
lying on the bedroom rug. - Jeff Barnes
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