I dreamt with the children’s nursery rhyme “Mairzy Doats” as the song track throughout my dream:  Mairzy doats and dozy doat and liddle lamzy divy. Akiddly divy do, wouldn’t you?”

[For the uninitiated adults, “Mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy. A kid’ll eat ivy too, wouldn’t you?”]