The other night I had the weirdest dream I’ve had in a long one. Bizarrely, it concluded with a really lame joke - clearly something my unconscious mind had made up for my edification. Has this ever happened to anyone else? (I know there’s nothing so boring as reading other people’s dreams, so skip the next paragraph if you want to get to the “punchline”.)
So, my wife and I are in the Nevada desert, looking for a cheap hotel. I have a guide book and it recommends this place we’re going to. When we get there, it’s a warehouse, and inside is a motor home. The guidebook tells us where the key is hidden, so we open the motorhome up, and my wife gets in and I turn the a/c on, because it’s so hot outside. Just as I’m about to get in the other side, a bald eagle flies into the warehouse. It shouts (in a London accent) “Oy! That’s my home!” and lands on my shoulder, digging its claws in with a vice-like grip. I’m trying to get it off, as it’s really hurting, but it won’t budge. At this point, another bald eagle flies in. Here comes the joke.
“Hello!” it says to the first eagle. “How are you?”
The eagle that’s on my shoulder turns round and says sarcastically: “How am I? I’m bloody endangered, that’s how I am!”
Oh, I love that! I often dream books, which gets annoying if I wake up, then I cannot get back to the book (book only exisisting in my dream, you see), but dreaming jokes…well, that is good!
Of course, I can imagine Mrs. Jjimm finding it wearisome to have to hear dream jokes even before coffee.
Wow - I do think that is a good trick though.
And the jke is not so much lame, per se as sort of Pythonesquely non sequitur.
Excellent!! Dreaming jokes in your dreams is great - remembering them after is even better!! I’ve sometimes woken myself from laughing in dreams but can never remember the joke.
American birds do not use “Oi!” to gain one’s attention, nor do they say, “bloody,” unless carnage is invovled. Additionally, the smoke cigarettes, butts, or smokes, not fags. And they don’t take the pram or telly or whatever it is to a flat; if you want to send them a letter, you send them mail through the post office. All that aside, the joke sounds just right for an American bird. You’ve clearly had experiences with them in comedy settings. Or, you’ve had a vision and the spirits want you to go to the Catskills.
By the way, this Bald Eagle was, in close-up, absolutely filthy, more like a grotesque buzzard. And his teeth were dreadful, so he might have been a Brit in disguise.
Probably not the size of a real bald eagle. His beak was wider than my fist, because I managed to punch just his teeth. But he had his talons in my shoulder and I could still reach his head, so his body would have been less than about 2 and a half feet high.
