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