It was about 5 AM and I woke myself up howling with laughter, a first for me. I have woken up on the very rare occasion with cold sweats and cowering with fear, I have woke myself up falling from unimaginable heights but I have never woke up laughing. Since my wife and daughter were still sleeping, I stuffed my guffaws with a wad a blanket and got myself under control.
I was in the Middle East staying at the home-away-from home of Richard Engel from NBC Nightly News with my family and my parents. We had just been to look at some impressive religious monument where Richard told me over and over again that I must not take a picture of the prophet Mohammed and we were now walking through the gift shop. I had wandered off by myself into the far back corner and was looking at these exquisite glass masks made to look like tiger faces when my father came walking up behind. He exclaimed that these Indian Tiger masks were extremely rare and reached out to point at one when his finger touched it and it immediately collapsed into a million pieces. I heard my father exclaim shit under his breath and turned quickly to one side hitting another mask and knocking it to the floor where it also shattered into a million pieces. Oops he said.
I silently turned around and started walking in the other direction towards the door pretending like I had seen nothing and heard nothing when out of the corner of my eye, I caught my father hot footing it towards the door like his feet were on fire and his ass was catching. I lost it and as soon as I made it outside the gift shop I started laughing in deep guffaws and that is when I woke up. I'm not sure why I found it funny and I certainly have no clues as to the meaning of the dream. Any Freud's out there?