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