There is sometimes a stage of night where the brain churns viciously enough that I'm having not-quite-dreams: awake but not awake, asleep but not asleep. I'll call it unsleep. Tonight is hamming up to be yet another notch in the strike-force belt of the unsleep, with disturbing images of being led down paths of critical puzzle-solving by an anthropomorphic Suckle Me Elmo doll (complete with the squeaky Elmo voice saying "Suck me! Su-uuuck me!"). Sometimes my brain is a cruel mistress.