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