Debra and I are in southern Florida visiting her Aunt Blossom and Uncle Jack. I didn’t sleep well last night - apparently I’m coming down with something which made my throat sore, my sinuses hurt and my breathing noisy. Debra didn’t sleep well on account of the racket I was making, so at 6:00am I got up and sat on the floor and surfed on the laptop until 9:30 so she could get a few hours of sleep. Later, when Debra jumped in the shower, I took the chance to grab a quick thirty minute nap and I dreamed that a silver-backed badger chewed off the tip of my left index finger, after which I decapitated the badger with an ulu knife and retrieved my fingertip. Then I woke up.

I’m open to interpretations on this one.