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