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...