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...