laughing awake

I had a funny thing happen to me. It was funny. Really funny. I made myself laugh in my dream and it's really, well, confused me? No, not really confused. More befuddled me. For a few days now. Everytime I think of it, laughter burbles up. It's just so god damn goofy.

I was dreaming, nothing special, meaningful or particularly entertaining for that matter. And yet even beginning to write about it makes me chuckle. No guarantees on your experience. It may be one of those "you had to be there" kind of things. Which would have been difficult as it was a dream, unless you were my lover, I suppose. But then you'd only be wakend to see me giggling low into my pillow with my eyes closed. Which might not endear me to you.

So, dreaming away. There were three of us. We each asked/said something and despite going over and over it in my dream in order to remember all three things said I only remember the first one, "Tight skis".

That's right. The person said "Tight skis".

I have no idea.

But followed by the two other things, one of which I said, I began to laugh, chuckle, almost uncontrollable and soon enough I realized I was awake, laughing, awake. And yet laughing in my dream at the same time. It was a very strange experience.

And I kept making a conscious decision to go back and re-dream the funny bit, trying to imprint the phrases into my conscious mind, which made me laugh even more so. It was like I kept floating back and forth through a veil, laughing all the way.

I even remember hearing the low burble of laughter as I felt my head on the pillow.
Weird.


But funny.
Very funny.

One more thing.
I went to a movie tonight and it was freezing in the theatre. Freezing. I had a hat on, a scarf a coat and a cozy coat. Still freezing. It was so cold I started to hibernate and missed about a half hour of the show.

Anyway I was trying to decide whether to complain or not. I mean really, those attendants, they don't care. They'll never see you again and so they don't even try. But sitting on the toilet, I really gave it some thought and decided well perhaps the cumulative effect will have some, you know, effect. If enough people drop a penny in the bucket, soon you have five bucks.

So I left the toilet and there was someone in a suit in the cinema foyer. He must have some power, I thought. I approached him and related my tale. I thought it better not to ask him to feel my nose, which was freezing, just freezing. It might have diminished the seriousness of my complaint.

Anyway, low and behold, he took me into the theatre to confirm my story, agreed with me and said he'd have it looked into. He asked if I had enjoyed the movie, nonetheless, and I told him I'd fallen asleep during part of it because I was so cold.
So he gave me a free pass.

Hmm.
Perhaps there's a moral to all this...



...I can't think for the life of me what it is.

But "tight skis" to you all!