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...