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