Rubes by Leigh Rubin for July 25, 2020

Lucky you were just dreaming. You’re sleeping partner not so much.

That’s nothing. I woke up one morning CONVINCED I was guilty of bigamy, having suppressed the memory of a past indiscretion. In the real world, though, I have not yet married even once.

And in another dream, I was blown up (and killed) by a hand grenade in WW2 in Italy, which surprised me very much. This may have been a kind of sequel to a dream in which I managed to outrun an explosion caused by my CO after he disdainfully remarked, “Do you think I got all this rank without knowing how to defuse a Nazzy bomb?” Yes sir; I am positively convinced of it.

It’s whoa, not woah.

“Whoa!”, not “Woah,”

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Actually he just got up for a pee. Watch that first step!

The former occupant of the blue sleeping bag…that’s just bad planning. The world is better off without his or her lack of brains.

I’ll read the Cliff Notes version

I like that Leigh included the broken branch to point the direction of the action

A little too real if you ask me

Woah??

Getting up to pee in the niddle of the night is always frought with peril.

Not a good spot if you’re a sleep walker.

What a dumb place to camp!