I usually sleepwalk between two and three o’clock every morning. During one restless night I had a waking dream. I was in a garden-graveyard screaming, “The candles are dripping, dripping!” Then I was confronted by a hideous phantasm of a giant goat dressed in rough tweeds and a black beret.
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