Me:  Were you awake or dreaming last night when you tried to poke your finger in my butt?

Southerner: What are you talking about?

Me: So, you were dreaming?

Southerner: No idea what you’re talking about.

Me: And you get mad at me for interrupting your sleep in the middle of the night.  At least all I’m doing is telling you about a nightmare; not trying to stick my finger up your butt.