In Your Dreams
I was talking to a girlfriend in Baltimore online tonight, and she told me, "You're never going to believe the conversations that go on in this house." Here's the recap:
Mom (to Dad who is snoozing on the loveseat): George. Give me your glasses. You're going to break them.
Dad (groggily): Why? Now I can see my dreams.
Mom: Fine. I hope you have nightmares then.
Dad: I am living in a nightmare.