A few times a week I find myself coming up with a joke during a dream. And that joke, I’m absolutely convinced, is the greatest joke of all time. Every time.
I vow upon awaking that I will write this gem down and create that day’s blog post around it. I get excited and actually think that this will be funniest post I’ve ever written.
Yes, this all happens during a dream. I know I’m dreaming, but I still don’t have any control over my lucidity, despite having read all of the LaBerge books that claim it’s possible.
By the way, I did some investigating and you know why when you need to run in a dream it’s next to impossible? Your legs feel like they’re underwater, and you can’t run fast enough? There are dream interpreters that claim it means all sorts of figurative crap like how you’re purposely holding yourself back or sabotaging your own progress. Turns out it’s most likely just a response from the body that prohibits you from actually getting up and running around while dreaming. You’re bumping up against that mechanism and it’s working overtime to make sure you don’t leap out the window.
Also, remember that when you’re trying to figure out the meaning of a dream that dogs have nightmares, too. Your dreams are probably not any more significant than my cat’s.
So, I realized on the subway this morning that the joke I wrote during the dream was not exactly a home run. Maybe a six, tops.
But, fuck it, I’ll throw caution to the wind and reveal it here.
So, the idea is this – there’s a room with a bunch of chairs in a circle and a sign on an easel that reads “Hollaback Girl Support Group.”
It’s all women who are each holding their cellphones up to their face, inches away. Some have mascara running down their cheeks from crying.
That’s the joke. Didn’t get it? I don’t blame you.
A “hollaback girl” is a girl who is sadistically insecure and dependent on a man who treats her like dirt. She allows herself to be stepped on repeatedly by jerks.
The joke is basically that a hollaback support group would be a group of women trying to break free from this behavior, but still obsessively checking their phones waiting for text messages from their man.
Okay, maybe only a three.
