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