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