When I dream I like the way the mind flits from the ridiculous to the mundane and back again as freely as if everything is yesterdays news. How the totally weird seems quite plausible in the land of dreams.
Lately though my mind has taken to writing original comedy during it's midnight wanderings and for not the first time I've woken wondering how on earth the mind can write comedy at all while you're asleep. There mingled between the strange and crazy thoughts, snippets of the funny sit comfortably.
In a long series of connected but quite different thoughts I find myself washed up on a busy beach, with no explanation of how I got there I pick myself up and join with other tourists being shown through the small cramped seaside village homes of elderly ladies. One thought she had trained mosquito lava to swim the image of her long lost husband in the water of a baby bath but it turned out to be a cunning ploy by the mosquitoes to farm and harvest her blood. Casually one of my fellow tourists picked up a can of insect spray and with a swipe killed the lot… Her shrieks ring in my ears as we are shown into another cottage.
Another flit of the mind and I'm under a bridge in what might have been old Brooklyn, listening to Ashton Kutcher as he tells me about some woman that had screwed him over and then wrecked her life with drugs. I tell him that ordinary people really didn't care what someone born with a silver spoon and threw it all away did with their lives, that ordinary people had important lives full of life, love and tragedy and were much to busy getting on with their lives to really care much. We contemplate this as we watch a homeless woman cleaning out the inside of a wrecked car in which she will now live…
Another flit and the setting sun reflecting off the panels of that car as it corkscrewed through the trees catches my eye. I know the car and the man inside are being torn apart and it hits me again with a solid thump to the chest…
The birds singing outside my window break through the fog of sleep to welcome the new day and it's time to get up, for me at least…life goes on.