A dream of methods to go to sleep.

The other week I dreamt -

I wasn't using effective methods to get to sleep, and instead I should be using a mechanical reader of seeming nonsense passages related to dreams and sleep, where the thing would drone on and on and on but you couldn't make any sense of any of it, so you'd fall asleep pretty quick when it was on.

I somehow look at one of the big cards that feeds the reader, and it's a series of pictures to which the reader reads nonsense captions in turns, and it's cartoon wolves and wolf pups with space-age collars floating in ovular bubbles with rather pointy ends, and looking disconcerted like the bubbles might pop at any time.

. . .

Then, I wake up.