DREAMS          
                          
                                   
                                          
                                       
                                 
                                       
                                          
         INTERNAL VISIONARY STATE         
                                          
            THE SPIRIT TRAVELS            
                                          
                          
                                       
                                          
                  A COST                  
                (ANECDOTE)                
                                          
                                        
                                          
 I  WAKE   SUDDENLY,  AND  FOR  A  SECOND 
 EVERYTHING IS  COMPLETELY CALM AND  DEAD 
 SILENT.  IT'S  DARK,  AND  WARM,  AND  I 
 SLOWLY   START  TO   PIECE  TOGETHER  MY 
        CONSCIOUSNESS AND MY BODY.        
                                          
 THEN   THE  FEAR  HITS  ME  AND  I  FEEL 
    ACUTELY SICK. SOMETHING IS WRONG.   
                                          
                                        
                                          
 THERE ARE CIRCLES  AND CROSSES INSCRIBED 
 ALL OVER MY VISION,  PRESSING IN,  BEING 
 ALMOST HOSTILE. I  CAN FEEL THEM SQUIRM, 
    THEIR INTERNAL LOGIC CHANGING AND     
 GRINDING  TRENCHES IN MY MIND. IT'S LIKE 
 LANGUAGE, SENTENCES  I CAN'T HIDE  FROM, 
 FORCEFULLY  TRANSCRIBED  IN MY MIND, AND 
           DOING DAMAGE THERE.            
                                          
 THEN I  REALIZE  I  CAN'T  HEAR ANYTHING 
     BECAUSE THERE'S SOMETHING THERE      
    ALREADY, DRONING EVERYTHING OUT, A    
 RAPID MELODY,  ALMOST  CAUSTIC  IN  IT'S 
         PARTICULAR MICROTONALITY.        
                                          
                                        
                                          
 MY SURROUNDINGS  ARE ENTIRELY CALM. IT'S 
             ALMOST MOCKING.              
                                          
 I  FEEL  HELPLESS,  BUT I  MUST  TRY  TO 
 ESCAPE.  TO CRAWL ON THE FLOOR SEARCHING 
 RELIEF, SUCH  IS MY NATURE.  TURNING THE 
    LIGHTS ON DOES NOTHING... GETTING     
  OUTSIDE DOES NOTHING... DRINKING WATER  
 DOES  NOTING... BUT  TIME DOES  -  AFTER 
     THIRTY SECONDS I'M NORMAL AGAIN,     
 DOUBTING  ANYTHING OF  THIS HAPPENED  IN 
             THE FIRST PLACE.             
                                          
 MY EYES ARE  STILL TENSE THOUGH, SCARED. 
 I    DON'T    KNOW    WHAT    TO   MAKE. 
                                          
              BUT I'M TIRED.              
                                          
                                         
                                   
                                         
                                          
 THIS CAN  HAPPEN  IF YOU WANDER TOO FAR, 
 I  GUESS?  I  SHOULDN'T  BE SO  RECKLESS 
              WHEN DREAMING?              
 I IMAGINE A PRICK  ON  THE NOSE,  THAT'S 
 WHAT  THESE  ARE. LIKE YOU DO WITH A CAT 
 WHO  COMES TO  CLOSE TO YOUR SANDWICH...