the strangeness

last night i dreamed that Hitler was on the loose, and i ran through the streets trying to warn whomever would listen.

i warned my professor, who worked in a comic book shop;
i warned my ex-wife, who engaged in a warehouse diatribe;
i warned an event organizer, who loitered next door.

but the strange part was the way in which i voiced my concern:

"Hitler! Come meet Jean Genet."