this is my favorite joke
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lapsedmodernistFreud's daughter comes up to him and says:
"Dad, I heard that you know a lot about dreams, that you know what different things in dreams mean, and I had a strange dream last night. Dad, can you interpret my dream for me?"
Freud lights his pipe, reclines in his chair and says:
"Tell me your dream, daughter"
The daughter says:
"Well, dad, in the dream I was walking on a dark street in an unfamiliar town, and I couldn't see anyone else, and I was scared, then all of a sudden I saw a man approaching me, and as he walked up closer, I recognized him, and it was Karl Gustave Jung, and in his hand he had a banana, and he was proferring it to me. I took the banana and bit into it, but it turned black in my hands, and decayed, dad, the banana was rotted! So I dropped it, and ran, I was scared and running for what seemed like forever, but finally I found myself in a different part of town, and the streets were lit, and I was not scared anymore, so I started slowing down, and as I was walking down an alley, I saw another man approaching me, and as he came closer, I saw that it was Jacques Lacan, and in his hand he had a banana! He offered it to me. As I looked at the banana, I saw that it was the most beautiful object I had ever seen, the entire banana peel was coveret in this beautiful arabesque writing, this amazing caligraphy, but I did not know the words. I took the banana, but as I was about to bite into it, it shattered in my hands; dad, the banana was made of glass! And I was scared and crying and I ran away, and I ran, and I ran, until I saw another man approaching me, and it turned out that it was you, dad! And in your hand you held a banana. You gave it to me, and I took a bite of it, and it was the most perfect banana in the whole entire world, its skin was velvety soft, and it was ripe and sweet and perfect. Dad, you know about dreams, what does my dream mean?"
Freud puffs on his pipe for a long time, concentraing, thinking, and finally says:
"Well, daughter, some dreams contain powerful symbols, they represent the hidden wishes or fears that are unarticulated in your unconscious often having to do with formative relationships in one's life. But then, other times, there are just dreams, they don't mean anything, they are just dreams, like yours."
"Dad, I heard that you know a lot about dreams, that you know what different things in dreams mean, and I had a strange dream last night. Dad, can you interpret my dream for me?"
Freud lights his pipe, reclines in his chair and says:
"Tell me your dream, daughter"
The daughter says:
"Well, dad, in the dream I was walking on a dark street in an unfamiliar town, and I couldn't see anyone else, and I was scared, then all of a sudden I saw a man approaching me, and as he walked up closer, I recognized him, and it was Karl Gustave Jung, and in his hand he had a banana, and he was proferring it to me. I took the banana and bit into it, but it turned black in my hands, and decayed, dad, the banana was rotted! So I dropped it, and ran, I was scared and running for what seemed like forever, but finally I found myself in a different part of town, and the streets were lit, and I was not scared anymore, so I started slowing down, and as I was walking down an alley, I saw another man approaching me, and as he came closer, I saw that it was Jacques Lacan, and in his hand he had a banana! He offered it to me. As I looked at the banana, I saw that it was the most beautiful object I had ever seen, the entire banana peel was coveret in this beautiful arabesque writing, this amazing caligraphy, but I did not know the words. I took the banana, but as I was about to bite into it, it shattered in my hands; dad, the banana was made of glass! And I was scared and crying and I ran away, and I ran, and I ran, until I saw another man approaching me, and it turned out that it was you, dad! And in your hand you held a banana. You gave it to me, and I took a bite of it, and it was the most perfect banana in the whole entire world, its skin was velvety soft, and it was ripe and sweet and perfect. Dad, you know about dreams, what does my dream mean?"
Freud puffs on his pipe for a long time, concentraing, thinking, and finally says:
"Well, daughter, some dreams contain powerful symbols, they represent the hidden wishes or fears that are unarticulated in your unconscious often having to do with formative relationships in one's life. But then, other times, there are just dreams, they don't mean anything, they are just dreams, like yours."
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And then the physicist says . . .
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