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...