Mulla always said, “Oh, well, it might have been worse.” One day an friend stopped him and said, “I dreamed last night that I died, went to hell, and was doomed to everlasting torment.” “Oh, well,” said Nasrudin, “it might have been worse.”
“What do you mean, Mulla!” cried the man. “How could it have been worse?”
“It might not have been a dream!” said Nasrudin.