I Fall Asleep In  The Wrong  Throat  And 
 Is Not So Much Dreaming  As Being Forced 
         To Imagine A Scenario...         
                                          
                      
  
  
  
                      
                                          
            Big Halls, Arcades,           
         Filled With Characters.          
                                          
 I Get  Instructions For Them, For What I 
 Must Imagine Them  Doing Or Saying. They 
 Have  Some  Agency,  But  Not While  I'M 
   Looking. The Instructions Are Beamed   
 Into  My Mind,  Spoken  From  A  God, Or 
              False Demiurge.             
                                          
 Sometimes I'M Too Slow And Fail  To Make 
 Them  Do  What   I'M  Instructed  Before 
 Time'S Out, And Then They Get  Punished. 
                                          
 One  Of Them Got  His  Vocabulary Shrunk 
 Down To  Only The Word He Failed  To Say 
     (Roofs? Rufus?), Many Were Just      
            Physically Maimed.            
                                          
 It   All    Was   Very   Stressful   And 
 Repulsive. It Felt Like A  Nightmare, Or 
               Fever dream.               
                                          
 I   Haven'T   Tried   To   Sleep   Since