A psychotherapist returned from a conference in the Rocky mountains, where the delegates spent more time on the icy ski slopes than attending lectures and seminars.
When she got back, her husband asked her, "So, how did it go?"
"Fine," she replied, "but I've never seen so many Freudians slip."
What do you call a sleeping bull?
A bulldozer.
Why do artists constantly feel cold?
Because they’re surrounded by drafts.
Wife: “You told me so many bad things in your sleep last night!”
Husband: “Who said I was asleep?"