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