The Flying Dream

 (Two factory workers stand side-by-side on an assembly line, adding rainbow sprinkles to the tops of cupcakes.)  



MURPH: I had my flying dream last night.

CARL: What happened?

MURPH: I dreamt I killed my father.  And slept with my mother.

CARL: That's your flying dream?

MURPH: It all took place on a zeppelin.



The End.