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