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