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...