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