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