Last night, the night leading up to today, I woke up at 0235h.
I guess I had to go to the bathroom, at least I did.
I had dreamed before waking, vividly, but it’s not about that dream that this post should circle. No, this post will be about the first thought and following train of thoughts (I write thoughts because I mean several, not a train like one thing but a train as wagon upon wagon hooked together) that, completely without causation (or so it would seem) popped into my head upon waking.

I also want to note that the thought, and the from it following train of thoughts, had no connection whatsoever to my vivid dream.

The first though was: Your Feet.
The second thought was: There is a magazine called Your Feet.
(By now I am sitting, half asleep on the toilet.)
Third thought: There is a magazine called  Your Feet and they want to get in touch with its readers, maybe for a survey of sorts.
Fourth thought: The ad would say; ‘Your Feet want to get in touch with you’.
Fifth thought: (For some reason) The magazine wants to get in touch with people in wheel chairs.
Sixth thought: Why? I really do not know. Maybe it’s because people in wheel chairs have special shoe- and/or foot-care needs.
Seventh thought: What if some of the people in wheel chairs are paralysed, say from the waist down.
Last thought: What a cruel ad headline to have if your ad is aimed at people in wheel chairs paralyzed from the waist down: Your Feet wants to get in touch with you.

By this time I was done in the bathroom heading back to bed. The only thing on my mind now was how strangely un-funny I thought the whole thing was.

Recalling this in the morning was not un-funny. I laughed my ass of… inwards.