Dear Mr.Dawson,

Today while I was in sleep,
Strange things came to me
Straight from the north
Strange faces and dead beloveds
Seem to stand before my face
Historians and scientists demanded my minds test
Alexander with his night cap on
And socrates with a handy joke book
Einstein peered at my face through his microscope
Shelly and shakespeare hit my knuckles and demanded my spectacles
Wordsworth with an uprooted tree
Invited me for a tea
Young with his modulus
And robert with his cell structure
Turned me upside down
Sherlock holmes with his peering hand glass
Intruded into all my private affairs
Newton with his brains
Looked like a starry star
Fleming with all his scientific flem
Stood beside and fed me penicillin
Hamlet came alive and declared me his soliloquy
Poor oliver however he tried was no match to him
While queen elizabeth beckoned me to her history
Hitler pronounced his world war two history
While even telepathists and mind readers too surrounded me
All were a trouble to my dreams
Dear Dawson my tale is so mysterious that it is not clear to us
Dreams too continue
And I woke up with a startled look to find me late to school
Where I would find them again
Troubling me to my knuckles
And frightening me through their lives