I  Fall  Asleep In  The Wrong Throat And 
 Is Not  So Much Dreaming As Being Forced 
         To Imagine A Scenario...         
                                          
                      
  
  
  
                      
                                          
            Big Halls, Arcades,           
          Filled With Characters.         
                                          
 I Get Instructions For  Them, For What I 
 Must Imagine Them Doing Or Saying.  They 
 Have  Some  Agency,  But Not  While  I'M 
   Looking. The Instructions Are Beamed   
 Into My  Mind,  Spoken  From A  God,  Or 
             False Demiurge.              
                                          
 Sometimes I'M Too Slow And Fail  To Make 
 Them   Do  What  I'M  Instructed  Before 
 Time'S Out,  And Then They Get Punished. 
                                          
 One  Of  Them Got  His Vocabulary Shrunk 
 Down To  Only  The Word He Failed To Say 
     (Roofs? Rufus?), Many Were Just      
            Physically Maimed.            
                                          
 It   All   Was    Very   Stressful   And 
 Repulsive. It Felt Like  A Nightmare, Or 
               Fever dream.               
                                          
 I   Haven'T   Tried   To   Sleep   Since