Pottytrained
Lately I've been dreaming vivid enough for me to remember in the morning. It was hardly this way before when my sleep went on in one long, dreamless stetch, until the body clock made the rooster crow and it was time to wake up. I think I prefer it that way because the mind takes a rest with the body, which is like being semi-dead.
However, dreams, no matter how tiring or surreal they may be, always bring to mind something usually forgotten. Last night I had a very groovy dream. I dreamt I was in a strange, old house with my husband. He then brought out his round Mrs. Fields canister, opened it and dug into a huge stash of pot. He then proceeded to roll out a long, fat, joint, as big as a cigar, and we began to smoke it out.
We smoked, and smoked, and smoked. It dragged on for awhile till we smoked our heads off and couldn't smoke any more. And then we got stoned, and senseless, and silly, and sweaty, and ....
STOP. I have to go to the bathroom! And you have no idea how easily I snapped out of my fierce pothead and into the urgency of my bladder.
I rushed to the bathroom and went sssssss ... Now I remember, last night it was too cold, I was too sleepy, I just failed to go, so not even the most delicious of dreams was exempt from being rudely interrupted by the call of the potty.
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However, dreams, no matter how tiring or surreal they may be, always bring to mind something usually forgotten. Last night I had a very groovy dream. I dreamt I was in a strange, old house with my husband. He then brought out his round Mrs. Fields canister, opened it and dug into a huge stash of pot. He then proceeded to roll out a long, fat, joint, as big as a cigar, and we began to smoke it out.
We smoked, and smoked, and smoked. It dragged on for awhile till we smoked our heads off and couldn't smoke any more. And then we got stoned, and senseless, and silly, and sweaty, and ....
STOP. I have to go to the bathroom! And you have no idea how easily I snapped out of my fierce pothead and into the urgency of my bladder.
I rushed to the bathroom and went sssssss ... Now I remember, last night it was too cold, I was too sleepy, I just failed to go, so not even the most delicious of dreams was exempt from being rudely interrupted by the call of the potty.
Filed Under: Funnies
Tags: Mrs. Fields, pothead
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