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