I was in a valley. Flowers grew everywhere. The birds sang and I hummed. I was picking flowers, all the same. They were beautiful white flowers, daisies. I danced around happily. I had a certain peace of mind. When I had collected a fairly large bouquet of daisies a danced toward a cave in the distance. In the cave there was wood for fire, a bag in the corner and a pot of water containing a wooden spoon. I emptied the contents of the bag into the pot and mixed the solution with the wooden spoon and put it aside while I started a fire. I held the pot in place above the fire to heat the white substance. When it was fairly hot I took a taste. It tasted like oatmeal should taste. Which was good of course. I was making oatmeal. I then took the flowers and one by one I removed the pollen in them and sprinkled it into the pot. Soon the flowers were all free of pollen. I mixed the solution once again. The potion was ready.
I sat up in bed suddenly. I knew what I had to do. I knew how to defeat the Yeerks. I knew how to kill them instantly without harming their hosts. The answer had come to me in a dream.