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