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