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