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...