Have you read Kafka's Metamorphosis? It's like waking up in a dream, within a dream, as a horrible insect. It could be a terrible day in Gregor's life.
You can count pelicans before you go to sleep; 964 is a good number to fall asleep before you finish.
If the mosquitoes aren't too loud I could count the pelicans or better search for those who left. Mosquitoes are horrible insects. What if Gregor is one of them.. and an insect, not a pelican?
It sucks to be an insect...
I imagine how Kafka (the Hunger Artist) must have felt when he wrote stories with such expressive power; you can feel the agony. Even when he's describing absurd stories, you connect from the first line. It's like constantly falling down a never-ending slide.