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