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