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...