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