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...