DREAMS          
                          
                                   
                                          
                                       
                                 
                                       
                                          
         INTERNAL VISIONARY STATE         
                                          
            THE SPIRIT TRAVELS            
                                          
                          
                                       
                                          
                  A COST                  
                (ANECDOTE)                
                                          
                                        
                                          
 I   WAKE  SUDDENLY,  AND  FOR  A  SECOND 
 EVERYTHING IS COMPLETELY  CALM AND  DEAD 
 SILENT.  IT'S  DARK,  AND  WARM,  AND  I 
 SLOWLY   START  TO  PIECE  TOGETHER   MY 
        CONSCIOUSNESS AND MY BODY.        
                                          
 THEN  THE   FEAR  HITS  ME  AND  I  FEEL 
    ACUTELY SICK. SOMETHING IS WRONG.   
                                          
                                        
                                          
 THERE ARE  CIRCLES AND CROSSES INSCRIBED 
 ALL  OVER  MY VISION, PRESSING IN, BEING 
 ALMOST HOSTILE. I  CAN FEEL THEM SQUIRM, 
     THEIR INTERNAL LOGIC CHANGING AND    
 GRINDING TRENCHES IN  MY MIND. IT'S LIKE 
 LANGUAGE, SENTENCES I CAN'T  HIDE  FROM, 
 FORCEFULLY TRANSCRIBED  IN MY MIND,  AND 
            DOING DAMAGE THERE.           
                                          
 THEN I  REALIZE  I CAN'T  HEAR  ANYTHING 
     BECAUSE THERE'S SOMETHING THERE      
    ALREADY, DRONING EVERYTHING OUT, A    
 RAPID  MELODY,  ALMOST CAUSTIC  IN  IT'S 
         PARTICULAR MICROTONALITY.        
                                          
                                        
                                          
 MY SURROUNDINGS ARE  ENTIRELY CALM. IT'S 
             ALMOST MOCKING.              
                                          
 I FEEL  HELPLESS,  BUT  I  MUST  TRY  TO 
 ESCAPE. TO  CRAWL ON THE FLOOR SEARCHING 
 RELIEF,  SUCH IS MY  NATURE. TURNING THE 
    LIGHTS ON DOES NOTHING... GETTING     
  OUTSIDE DOES NOTHING... DRINKING WATER  
 DOES  NOTING...  BUT TIME DOES  -  AFTER 
     THIRTY SECONDS I'M NORMAL AGAIN,     
 DOUBTING  ANYTHING OF  THIS  HAPPENED IN 
             THE FIRST PLACE.             
                                          
 MY EYES  ARE STILL TENSE THOUGH, SCARED. 
 I   DON'T    KNOW    WHAT    TO    MAKE. 
                                          
              BUT I'M TIRED.              
                                          
                                         
                                   
                                         
                                          
 THIS  CAN HAPPEN IF YOU WANDER  TOO FAR, 
 I  GUESS?  I SHOULDN'T  BE  SO  RECKLESS 
              WHEN DREAMING?              
 I  IMAGINE A PRICK  ON THE  NOSE, THAT'S 
 WHAT THESE ARE. LIKE  YOU DO WITH  A CAT 
 WHO COMES  TO CLOSE  TO YOUR SANDWICH...