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...