OddThinking

It seems I was wrong. People do care about dreams. Let me mine the seam a little.

Once I dreamt that someone told me a very funny riddle. I half-awoke in the middle of the night, still smirking. What’s more, I could still remember it! I was very impressed. I had dreamt up a funny joke, literally.

A vaguely disturbing thought occurred to me. (Actually, in my sleep-haze it was more a disturbing, vague thought.) What if the riddle wasn’t really that funny? Maybe I just dreamt that it was funny. I resolved to memorise the joke and assess its humour in the morning when I was more clear-headed.

I rolled over and went back to sleep. I had a second dream. In this dream, I was surrounded by a group of friends. I told them the riddle, and they all laughed uproarishly.

“Cool,” I thought, “Independent verification! It really is funny!”

So now I can tell you the riddle, completely confident that it is a crowd-killer.

Q: Why do colleges have three-year degree courses?

A: Because they count windows.

Ho ho! Gee, I crack me up. That’s a good one…

Huh? What do you mean you don’t get it? This is pure grade-A comedy, man. What’s wrong with you?

Can’t you see the sly poke at the rival university to the one I attended? Can’t you see how it subtly suggests that they are innumerate?

Gee, some people have no sense of humour…