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