A Short Trip From Dreamland to Dumbland
I dreamed that a collector was showing me his vast collection of strange and wonderful objects: antiques medical equipment, old toys, taxidermy, bric-a-brac…
He showed me a horse skull, stating proudly “This is the skull of Trigger, Roy Rogers’ horse.” I was suitably impressed.
Then he brought out a box containing a human skull. He proclaimed this piece as his pride and joy. “This,” he announced grandly, “is the skull of Charlie Chaplin.”
“Ooh,” I replied, studying it carefully, adding perhaps the most absurd, stupidest thing anyone has ever said, whether in dream or reality: “from which film?”