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