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...