Funny to me that a quip, joke, or short story have an unexpected and humorous ending. For that reason, I love puns. “Did you hear about the kidnapping? He woke up.” “What do mama camels have that nothing else has? Baby camels.”

Telling stories about my own mess-ups are funny. I hardly remember any dreams except funny ones.. Now I am not a gambler. I even avoid one dollar lottery tickets; if it is a good cause, I generally donate, or tell the seller to write in his name.

But I would participate in penny-bingo, but ten dollar bingo? No way. In my dream today, I went to a $10 bingo game. I was astounded. It was being given my a group of my Christian lady friends. I remarked to one that we must have turned into the big-time with costs like that. She put her head down and began to cry at my criticism. I was so sorry. I put my head on hers and begged forgiveness; she would not give it. So I decided I must do something to keep all my other friends from turning against me. I went to the tables to join them in an effort to make amends. They were all putting the cards away. I was too late! I woke without finding out whether or not all my friends were mad at me. 😀

If you like that dream, you will love the one about my husband and me


Bloganuary #daily-prompt Prompt for January 7 “What Makes Me Laugh?”

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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16 Responses to FUNNY IS….

  1. capost2k says:

    I never bought a lottery ticket. You figure for them to make money and pay for ads, promos, tickets, machines, etc., a LOT more people have to lose than win! The house has to stay in business.
    A friend commented to me once, “Well, C.A., you can’t win if you don’t play.”
    I replied, “You can’t EVER lose if you don’t play, but you can if you play.” 😉
    As for dreams, hmmm, maybe you should try the bingo hall and see if they know what it means. 😅
    ❤️&🙏, c.a.

  2. pranabaxom says:

    Oneta, should it read ” given by” instead of “given my” Christian friends?

  3. says:

    You never fail to tell a great story.

  4. Dreams fascinate me, Oneta. This one could mean one of two things, but they are so different, you’ll have to judge for yourself, depending on where you are.
    On the one hand, if you believe gambling is wrong and your friends were pressuring you to compromise your convictions, this could be about staying strong in the face of possibly losing friends for the sake of your integrity.
    On the other hand, if you’re truly devoted to your friends, your relationships might involve taking risks. If you are more oriented to self-preservation, this dream might be telling you to risk something, step out of your comfort zone for them.
    I can’t tell you which message this dream is sending. What makes more sense to you?

  5. Frank Hubeny says:

    That’s an unusual dream! Especially, “She put her head down and began to cry at my criticism.”

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