I Fall  Asleep  In The Wrong Throat  And 
 Is Not  So Much Dreaming As Being Forced 
         To Imagine A Scenario...         
                                          
                      
  
  
  
                      
                                          
            Big Halls, Arcades,           
          Filled With Characters.         
                                          
 I Get Instructions For Them, For  What I 
 Must Imagine Them  Doing Or Saying. They 
 Have  Some  Agency,  But Not  While  I'M 
   Looking. The Instructions Are Beamed   
 Into  My  Mind, Spoken  From  A  God, Or 
             False Demiurge.              
                                          
 Sometimes I'M Too Slow And  Fail To Make 
 Them  Do  What  I'M   Instructed  Before 
 Time'S  Out, And Then They Get Punished. 
                                          
 One Of Them  Got His  Vocabulary  Shrunk 
 Down To Only The Word  He Failed  To Say 
      (Roofs? Rufus?), Many Were Just     
            Physically Maimed.            
                                          
 It   All   Was   Very    Stressful   And 
 Repulsive. It Felt Like A  Nightmare, Or 
               Fever dream.               
                                          
 I   Haven'T   Tried   To   Sleep   Since