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...