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