In the first dream bit (dream phase 1) I was accidentally really amusing at a party, and told an anecdote that made loads of people laugh, much to my surprise in the dream.
Then in dream phase 2, I told my boyfriend about it and he didn't find it funny at all. So I was back to square one with my ego and thinking that I could be funny. (In the dream)
(Though this dream may be a thinly veiled metaphor, as I spent a lot of time yesterday emailing strangers who are pre-disposed to mistrust me about gigs).
Plus, on waking, the anecdote wasn't that funny anyway. Kind of like my Richard Madeley sitcom all over again. My dream-boyfriend was right not to laugh.
It was something like I was ignoring some guy at a party, as a group of us stood round the kitchen table, joshing, and getting food out of the fridge. I was in a strop, and didn't want to be at the party, so instead of listening to what the guy was saying, I was trying to read the cup he was holding. Eventually someone noticed and asked why I was staring at his jumper instead of listening to him. I explained I was reading his cup. Someone suggested I found him boring, and that's why I was preferring to read his cup. [this my dream boyfriend found funny in dream phase 2] Then I said a killer line, quite sarcastically, which had them all rolling in Isles, and patting me on the back for five minutes. Which was:
'Yeah, he's one of life's listeners,'
I know.
But I honestly think it was funny in the dream because he was talking, and I was saying he's better at listening and thus I was disrespecting him.
There is a weird logic to my dream joke-writing ability. I sort of like it. But it's weird that that came out of my head somewhere, but I didn't write it. Or did I? Do I really write any of my other jokes? Just because I am conscious...they still come from 'somewhere'... ooh spooky. Or not.
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