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