You wake up with a key gripped tightly in your hand. How did you get this key? What do you do with this it?

I wake with a start in the middle of the night, covered in sweat. Something about my new apartment just doesn’t feel right. I don’t want to blame it all on Big Brother, but I swear something has been watching me.

Feeling my forearm cramp, I mentally pry my fingers out of a fist. In my right hand is a key about the size of my palm with a triangular eye. I have seen this triangle before. Strangely enough, a friend joked during my housewarming party that the apartment must have been an Illuminati gathering place. “Who else would be this obsessed with triangles?” he laughed.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Maybe this is all in my head. Maybe I need to have my apartment checked for carbon monoxide, or mold, or something. Suddenly, a vision rushes back to me. It was a dream. The same dream I had had every night since I moved into the new apartment.

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Aaaaand, that's all, folks. I'll have to revisit this piece when inspiration strikes. I tried. I really did.