Under the effects of Ambien I dreamed:
of a place similar to Flatland. A voice said "everyone here is happy, from the smallest acute angle to the oldest...359 degrees and 59 minutes, waiting for the Resetting to Zero. From their youngest days, everyone yearns to the age of HIHI (I saw this written), when they take their place in the warm sun and ease the Porticullis...
Later: I was walking through a swamp and saw a clump of wild garlic. Unsure of how wholesom garlic might be growing in a (perhaps) polluted swamp, I noticed a hill of asparagus growing also. Hungry, I ate the asparagus.