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...