Backstory

Good afternoon fellow Tuesday-dwellers!

So it occurred to me yesterday that I've only given you one example of a dream that made me wake up laughing. Then it occurred to me why. It is because I like you.
But as I said in my very first blog, if you are silly enough to read these ramblings of mine then you deserve whatever happens to you. So today I will give you a few more examples.

Dream #1: I am speaking with Gonzo the Muppet and suddenly one of his eyes pops off and turns into a fluffy yellow chicken.
*insert chuckling and disoriented stumble to the bathroom

Dream #2: An exceptionally hairy Robin Williams is on stage and speaking to the audience. Behind him you can see the silhouettes of three ex-paramilitary British mimes, sneaking up behind him with bayonets. They have decided to kill him because the monologue has run on too long. My older sister turns to me and says, "That was harsh. I would just have called him a weasel."
*insert laughing and disoriented stumble to the bathroom

Dream #3: (I have mentioned this before) My mother is giving a long-winded speech in which she refers to sex as "the poo."
*insert giggle and disoriented stumble to the bathroom that actually winds up being a smack into the wall and return to bed.

You might very well be wondering why in the world I would find those dreams funny. My sisters did. As a matter of fact they both suggested I might very well have skipped a medication dose or two.
The answer is that I don't know. When I wake up in the morning and remember the dreams they seem slightly amusing, but not funny enough to wake a person up out of a sound sleep. And as my sisters remind me, they are not the kind of dreams you share with people if you expect them to like you.
But occasionally I have a dream that is ACTUALLY funny. Like, the kind of funny you could put on television and get Nielsen ratings with. Of course, these are the dreams that wake me up and give me instant dream-amnesia. I can't remember a thing about them. At times like those I wish my brain worked more in the sketch comedy writing vein. Then I could just make something up and no one would no the difference.

So I shall continue to update you with the dreams that cause me to chortle myself awake in the wee hours of the morning as they occur. As I said in the beginning, you read at your own risk.
And by the way, my sisters are completely mistaken. The people I share my pills with are all fascinated by my dreams.