Have you ever had a dream that was so funny you laughed out loud, thus waking yourself up? And as you remembered the dream, you continued laughing?
Last night I dreamed that I was having trouble sleeping (which I was–apparently since cutting meat out of my diet, my body has also decided for me that I need to cut out dairy as well), so I turned on the television to a rerun of Saturday Night Live. It was one of the early shows, with the original Not Ready for Prime Time Players. As a sidenote, it might interest you to know that Margaret Atwood was one of those players. (I think that came from reading book blogs before going to bed.) They were performing a skit set in South Carolina, using those execrable fake Southern accents that Yankees fondly fancy to be accurate, and it was just an appalling take-off on old Southern attitudes towards race and gender and everything else. After the teenage kids had taken off to go to a wild party, and the parents had taken off for their own private party, the two servants were left in the room alone.
I just knew that they were going to do something rotten to get back for all the horrible ways their employers had treated them, and I was curious to see what it was. All of a sudden they started flicking bogeys all over everything in the room. It was simultaneously disgusting and hilarious, and I started laughing.
And woke up. I have NO IDEA where that came from, seeing as how I haven’t watched SNL in years. I mean, it hasn’t been funny in years, right? And every now and then I’d remember the final scene, start chuckling, and wake up again.
It was a long, long night.
