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...