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...