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