My wife and I were having an argument about something or other, and I was getting quite annoyed.
‘Well, I shouldn’t get too upset about it,’ she said. ‘After all, this is only a dream.’
This took me aback.
‘Really? So where will we be when we wake up?’
‘Well that’s one thing you can never know in advance.’
I pondered this for a while.
And I got to wondering, if this was a dream, whose dream was it? I couldn’t quite remember how these things worked, but it seemed to me there was something problematic about two people sharing the same dream.
Then I remembered I was away from home, spending the night in a B & B.
But at that point, of course, I was no longer dreaming.