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I used to be a terrible punster. I still have friends who are punsters, but I have spent many decades reforming myself. I don’t think I have originated or cracked a pun in at least a decade. Unfortunately, I do not seem to be fully reformed, since I just woke up from this dream:
A companion and I were walking around the outside of the White House. (I’m not sure who my companion was, just that I knew him in the dream.) Somehow, we had gotten quite close. In fact, at one point, we walked by a window and I saw a very Simpsons-like tableau with the current President and First Lady in bed. The President was thoroughly asleep and catching flies as he snored. (Of course, it was an inaccurate dream, since they wouldn’t sleep in a room on the ground floor.)
We both realized we would be escorted out soon, but for some reason in this dream world, the Secret Service had a reputation for escorting unwanted visitors out very gently. As expected, a Secret Service Agent found us. He was carrying some decorations, and acted as if he needed some help. At first, he asked us if we would carry some of the decorations, but then changed his mind as if he were not sure they would go where he was supposed to put them up. He had us drop the decorations and come to look with him. Of course, he was really escorting us so we would go out the gates and leave the property. We knew what was going on, but played along so we wouldn’t wind up on a list somewhere.
When we exited the gates, there was another formidable building just ahead. (Hint: this building only exists in my dream. It certainly was not in Washington last time I was there.) There were many people coming and going from the main doors, so we walked up to see what it was and read: Richard M. Nixon Aquatic Museum.
My companion was slightly behind me, so I turned to face him when I reached the doors and proudly said, “This must have been where he gave that famous speech. You know, the one where he said, “I am not a crappie!'”* And then I went inside.
Have you ever caught yourself telling jokes or punning while you were dreaming? Any good ones?
* Note: The author of this discussion is not responsible for his sub-conscious as expressed in his dreams.