It has been a week since Mrs. Underby gave me the pebble and the promise of pleasant sleep. Experiment has proven the pebble to be a prop, of course. I have left it in the stacks these past 3 nights with no change to my dreams. I think that it was the e of an external suggestion that allowed some mechanism of my mind to turn away from this pattern, or, if it is still present, simply not to recall my dreamings, althought I think the latter might be unlikely or I would not feel completely rested as I do.
The week is ended, and her claim is that the dream will return worse than before, and that I should seek her again for further help. Here I see the petty hooks which street prophets and soothsayers use to keep a base of clients to support them. To succumb to her suggestion would be the same as becoming one of those wretches caught in the clutches of that fiend who runs the opium parlor on the other side of the fence from the cathedral.
I am the master of my own mind. I will not succumb.