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