Hooked on comics worked for me

I kissed Wonderwoman in a dream last night
while watching Abbot and Costello meeting Dracula and Frankenstein's monster
Lawrence Talbot bumbling and raging
Not Boris Karloff just threw a vampiric blonde bombshell scientist out the window
perhaps, she was mad ...
but we don't care
entwined in golden lasso truth
not yet queen of the amazons
nor on the way to being the goddess of truth and meaning
we rectify an entirely different set of divine rights
time out of mind
a dream unending
wonderous awakening
'cause Steve Trevor's got nothing on me