I had a dream the other night that I was on the Jay Leno show.  Leno had recently introduced a popular segment in which he showed his guests a photograph of their family members and relatives, and then the guest would point to each person and say funny things about them.

But when he handed me my family photograph and the camera did a close up of it, I froze.  Jay immediately figured out why: it wasn’t my family.  Someone on his staff had made a mistake.

I immediately launched into an improv routine where I pretended it was my real family and made up elaborate stories about each person.  The studio audience was in hysterics.  Jay looked at me with relief and gratitude; I had saved the segment from disaster.

But when I woke up, the only part of the routine I could remember was when I pointed to a big, beefy guy and said “Oh that Uncle Horst, he’s always out there with the clunkheads.” And that doesn’t seem funny at all.