(Fiction Friday will return next week, assuming my growing obsession with Glee doesn't screw up my posting schedule again.)
A Native American goes to see the medicine man.
"You gotta help me, doc," he says. "I'm not getting any sleep."
"What's the problem?" says the doctor.
"One night," the Indian says, "I dream I'm a wigwam. The next night, I dream I'm a teepee. Wigwam, teepee. Wigwam, teepee."
The medicine man says, "I know what your problem is."
"What?" says the Indian.
"You're two tents."