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