I was in some kind of ethereal Victorian wonderland dressing room, looking through gowns. I picked a dress and laid it on the bed. When I picked it up another dress appeared, all ghostly, lacey and see through, with a blood red ribbon at the waist. Then this song rang out (my dreams are often musicals) “Ghost Dress! Oh Ghost Dress!” Then lots of discordant notes and humming.
All of sudden the scene shifted to my Dad sitting at the kitchen table and saying loudly “I JUST FARTED THE MOST I’VE EVER FARTED IN MY LIFE!”
I started laughing so hard in the dream I woke myself up laughing. Here’s the kicker, my ribs are dislocated (again) so the pain from laughing was awful. Then the awareness that the pain from laughing in my sleep woke me up made me laugh even more.
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