The fellow had become desperate. After countless sleepless nights he at last consulted a psychiatrist.
"Every night," he began, "I dream that three hideous monsters are sitting on the edge of my bed, ready to attack me. I tremble with fear and awake exhausted and traumatized. I haven't slept in weeks."
"Hmmm," the doctor mumbled. "I feel sure I can cure you of this problem. But the treatment will be costly. I charge $200 per weekly session and it may take three or four years to find the answer."
"Two hundred dollars per session!" the man gasped, whereupon he gathered himself to his feet and started out the door.
"Never mind getting rid of the monsters, Doc," said he, "I think I'll go home and try to make friends a few of 'em."