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...