Great ideas in my dreams usually turn out to be stupid.

While dreaming I thought of this really funny joke and I started laughing in my sleep.

"What's so funny?" my wife asks as she pokes me in awake.

"I just thought of a killer joke, but I'll tell you in the morning." I replied as I rolled over.

The next morning I woke up to my wife staring expectantly at me. "This better be good, you kept me up have the night giggling"

I gathered my thoughts, and tried to piece together the fleeing fragments of my dream.

"Um, now that I'm fully awake, I realize its not as funny as I thought. In fact, it's kind of lame."

"Well, let's hear it anyway."

"OK, but you asked for it. What did Quasimodo bring to work?"

"I give up."

"The lunch box of Notre Dame!"