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...