My dreams are very vivid. Last night's was no exception. I dreamt a joke.
It happened like this:
There were two fat blokes in what looked like a play area next to a big hall. They were comedians.
A third fat comedian turned up and I shouted across to them:"Ha ha - it's the Three Tenors!" Whereupon, they stood in a line and started singing Nessun Dorma.
I stood in front of them conducting with my arms.
As they got to the crescendo bit at the end, I waved my arms aloft encouraging them to keep together in tune and shouted :"
Hold it!"
They all stopped singing.
I said "I meant hold the ****ing note - not
stop!"
Collapse of stout parties into laughter.
In a later dream, I was drinking a particularly tasty organic red French wine out of a bottle. (I normally prefer New World ones). I poured some in a cup (I know) and there were bits in it. I said to a nearby bloke :" That's why it tastes so good, it's all the stalks and natural stuff."
He said: "I'll put it through a tea strainer". So he did - and as it filtered through, there was a collection of black thin wiry looking stuff.
"See" I said. "That's the natural goodness".
"I doubt it" he said. And on closer inspection, he was correct.
It turned out to be a heap of black pubic hair.
You didn't wanna know that did yer?
