A Dream That Would Make Sigmund Freud Proud

I had a dream last night, a very weird dream. Here's the short version. Zombies were taking over the earth. A handful of us were trying to defend ourselves against the zombies. I know what you're thinking, sounds more like a bad movie than a dream that Sigmund Freud would find intriguing. Bear with me.

So we have successfully defended ourselves from the zombies who could scratch or bite us, infecting our blood, ultimately leading us to join them in the realm of the undead.

That's when it happened a tiny horsefly landed on my ring finger of my left hand. It bit me and I realized that now my finger had become infected, because clearly the horsefly's last meal was on zombie flesh. That's when I got my friend, Peter Petrelli (yes, from the TV show "Heroes"), and told him he had to cut off my finger. Luckily there happen to be a brand-new Swiss Army knife handy, and I winced as he cut off my ring finger before the tainted blood could move my arm and zombify me.

I looked down at my wedding ring fell to the floor. I picked it up and realized I no longer had a finger on which to where it. I was debating on whether to wear on the other hand or on a chain around my neck when I awoke.

So how would Sigmund Freud interpret my dream? Probably something like (in a thick German accent) "SunFyre is being bothered by a spousal pest. He knows that if he allows this pest to infect him through marriage, eventually he will become a zombie."

Okay, maybe not.

Let's hear your dream interpretations. Post your comments below.