Confusion of the Mind

When you walk farther than the fork, on the friendly side, you come across bales of hay. The straw is snoring. The clouds above drip gooey cake onto your hand. You lick it and find it is sour. This place doesn't seem so friendly now, since you just licked cake and it was bitter. Uck! After a few minutes of scrutinizing your surroundings, flying books and bars of soap, blurred paint on the horizon, and chess pieces playing on a playground, you decide to sleep. You dream of sitting in Mrs. Thiner's class, surrounded by kids from Careers, typing a Choose Your Own Adventure story about the confusion of the mind. You never wake up.

Here's a sleeping joke to lessen the blow:

'Doctor, doctor, I can't get to sleep at night.'

'Lie on the edge of the bed, then, and you'll soon drop off.'