I Fall  Asleep  In The Wrong Throat  And 
 Is  Not So Much Dreaming As Being Forced 
         To Imagine A Scenario...         
                                          
                      
  
  
  
                      
                                          
           Big Halls, Arcades,            
         Filled With Characters.          
                                          
 I Get  Instructions For Them, For What I 
 Must  Imagine Them Doing Or Saying. They 
 Have  Some  Agency,  But  Not  While I'M 
   Looking. The Instructions Are Beamed   
 Into  My  Mind,  Spoken From  A God,  Or 
              False Demiurge.             
                                          
 Sometimes I'M  Too Slow And Fail To Make 
 Them  Do  What   I'M  Instructed  Before 
 Time'S Out,  And Then They Get Punished. 
                                          
 One Of  Them  Got His Vocabulary  Shrunk 
 Down To Only The  Word  He Failed To Say 
     (Roofs? Rufus?), Many Were Just      
            Physically Maimed.            
                                          
 It   All   Was   Very   Stressful    And 
 Repulsive. It Felt Like A  Nightmare, Or 
               Fever dream.               
                                          
 I   Haven'T   Tried   To   Sleep   Since