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