THE STANDARD FOR INSANITY

I went to bed and . . . 

"We abducted you because we are looking for The Standard for Insanity," said the aliens.

 "If you're looking for The Standard for Insanity, then why are you giving me an anal probe?"  I asked.

"We are not sure where you keep your brains," replied the aliens.

After the anal probe, the aliens asked me the following questions:

1. Are you in love with the moon?
2. Do you ever talk to the moon?
3. Is your idea of reality the same as other earthlings' idea of reality?
4. Do you have a favorite mental disorder?  If so, then what is it and why is it your favorite?
5. Are you a psychiatrist's dream?  
6. Have you ever been out of your mind for longer than 93 years?
7. How many personalities do you have?  (If more than one, then list them with their names.)
8. Do you own a straitjacket?
9. Do you believe in hallucinations?
10. Is abnormal normal for you?

 After answering their questions I asked, "Am I The Standard for Insanity?"

"We will let you know," said the aliens.  

Suddenly I was back in my bed.  Will the aliens choose me to be The Standard for Insanity?