I woke this morning at 5am with the memory of a dream in my head. In it I brought home about eight cows and took them up to my kitchen and fed them milk from a tap.
I thought to myself: there is no way that dream means anything. That is truly totally random nonsense and no thread of reason or purpose can be found in that.
Ten minutes later I recalled that I’d eaten a whole tin of Heinz-branded beans as part of my dinner and I was concerned that I’d be ‘windy’ the next day.
The cow dream suddenly developed a line of logic that I could trace back from my subconscious to my waking concerns.