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