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...