On my way to work, I’m talking with dad on the speaker phone.
DAD:
I had this crazy dream. I’m in the hospital. Another patient pulls me aside. He says he’s dying and wants to tell me a joke.
It is hilarious! I couldn’t stop laughing. Other folks in the hallway who overheard just bits of it are bending over too. When I tried to tell him how remarkably funny it was, and to thank him, I noticed he had died.
So I walked back to the waiting room, and on the way I passed by a room with a patient who was dying and in a lot of pain. So I walked in, squeezed past the doctors and nurses, picked up the man’s hand, and told him the joke.
Everyone was doubled over. The medical staff were in stitches. And the dying man was roaring the loudest! When the laughter calmed down, we notice the man had passed on. But his family members were hugging and thanking me for bringing so much happiness into the last moment of his life.
And that’s when I woke up!
RANDY:
Wow, that’s an unusual dream! What was the joke?
DAD:
That’s the crime of it. I can’t, for the life of me, remember it!