Jack tells his shrink, “Last night I dreamed you were my mother.”
“How did you feel about it after you woke up?” asks the psychiatrist.
“I overslept,” answers Jack. “Then I remembered I had an appointment with you, so I grabbed a Coke and some cookies for breakfast and came right over. I didn’t really have time to think about it. What does it mean, doc?”
“A Coke and some cookies?” says the psychiatrist. “You call that breakfast?”