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...