I woke up laughing this morning.
That doesn’t happen often enough for my liking. Every other time has been a bittersweet experience: hilarity, followed quickly by puzzlement (with a dash of embarrassment when not sleeping solo) made worse by having nobody to whom to turn to explain the joke (i.e., not even me).
This morning was a first: The reason I was laughing was that I’d told myself a joke in my sleep. And I remembered the joke. And a not-quite first was that, for a change, I decided to leap out of bed and put (virtual) pen to paper so as to pre-empt the ‘I Had A Great Dream But I Forget What It Was’ syndrome.
The joke went like this:
A lapsed former skydiving addict arrives in The Afterlife. Under a sign reading 'New Arrivals' stands a spirit with the nametag 'Future Advisor'. NEW ARRIVAL 'Hi... ?' FUTURE ADVISOR 'I have some good news... and I have some bad news." NEW ARRIVAL 'Let's hear it!' FUTURE ADVISOR 'Next time, the landing won't be quite as soft.'
/me trundles off wondering whether:
- anyone will be brave enough to own up to not getting it
- pre-empting (1) with an explanation now would be a) kinder or b) an exercise in futility
- this is actually a new joke, or some variant of one I’ve heard before
- this is evidence that my mind is finally becoming unhinged because such a feeble jape clearly did not warrant the accompanying gigglefest
- don’t let my subconscious make up jokes (please!)
- maybe it is better to roll over and go back to sleep after all