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...