Sigmund Freud

 Last night we had this dream.  We were alone with our mother in a subway
                compartment, and the door opened, and there
               stood... Sigmund Freud!  And he was HUGE.  Our
           mother turned to us and said, "He's right:  it is time 
                for a spanking!"  and suddenly the subway car
             started to rock back and forth, and when it stopped
             Dr. Freud and Mother were gone, and the cat was on
        top of the refigerator, and we cried because we wanted eggs
       for breakfast, not toast and jam!  Our Spanish-speaking maid
       apologized and flew away, and the cat turned into a bottle of
               vodka.  Then we woke up and smoked a cigar.