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...