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