One of the times I woke up during my slumber early this morning was when I laughed myself awake.
It isn’t often that I awake laughing. As a matter of fact, it maybe has happened only once before if that.
“Dude, that song was by my band, Gone to the Dogs.” Photo by jdurham. Courtesy of Morguefile.com
This was a very odd dream, as dreams sometime are. It involved my entire family — my mother and father who have both been dead for about 25 years and my four older brothers. It appeared that we were kids then but were old enough to know that we were to respect older people and not make fun of people with infirmities. We were trying hard to be good, which was kind of odd in itself for our bunch.
I don’t remember all the details of the dream, but it involved my dad talking to this old man who was having difficulty walking. We were all in a hurry to go somewhere and my father was about to tell the man that he would come visit him sometime in the future.
Alas, as my father opened his mouth out came this song that sounded like a recording of some rock song that said something about enjoying the visit last night. Two of my brothers were doing all they could to contain themselves and I, who in the dream was the more principled one of the group (hey, remember, this is a dream), burst out laughing in reality.
Apparently, I couldn’t laugh in my dream so I had to go outside of it to let ‘er rip. Maybe we were in a “No Laughing Zone.”
Now isn’t that a hell of thing?
