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