Jewish Joke of the Week: Dreams
Moshe sits down in his psychiatrist’s office looking exhausted.
“Doctor,” he says, “I had the strangest dream last night. I was talking to my mother, and everything seemed normal… until I suddenly realized she had your face.”
The psychiatrist leans forward. “My face?”
“Your exact face! I got so upset I woke up immediately. I couldn’t fall back asleep. I just lay there thinking about it until 7 in the morning.”
“And then what happened?”
“Well, I got up, made myself a slice of toast and a coffee for breakfast, and came straight here because I knew you’d help me understand.”
The psychiatrist sits silently for a moment, then says:
“One slice of toast and coffee?
That’s what you call breakfast?”
