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...