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...