Okay, in last night’s dream I’m having all these wild adventures--spy kinds of adventures, 007 and such--all very exciting, but vague and fuzzy. I’d like to think I was looking great in a black catsuit chasing down mafia guys, but really, I have no memory of the catsuit or even one mafia guy. But for fun, let’s stick with the image.

Suddenly, in the dream, I feel something strange on my thumb (this is where the dream comes into focus). I look down at my thumb and see a single thick, coarse, black hair growing straight out of it...from the middle of the pad, the center of my fingerprint. Ooh, gross...ooh, ooh, ooh! Women in catsuits do not have hairs growing out of their thumbs!

Obviously I’m grossed out--who wouldn’t be--so I start tugging at it. I’m going to pluck it, I think to myself! I pull and pull, but that thing is buried deep! Finally, it gives, and with one final yank it comes out. I look down thinking that I’ll be able to admire my thumb in all its former glory, my beautiful thumb, the same thumb I’ve known all my life. But no! A perfectly smooth cube of skin has been pulled out of my thumb on the end of the hair. So now there’s a big, square gaping crater where the hair had been. When I look closer, I realize that inside is a mini-camera that was implanted in me by the bad guys! They’ve been watching everything I do through my thumb. (No wonder I couldn’t catch the mafia guy.)

How freaky is that? I look closer and suddenly it’s like I’m falling into the hole in my thumb (kinda like Alice in the rabbit’s hole, but kinda not). I can see laboratories and the bad guys and all kinds of stuff. After a few moments, I see that the bad guys are after me. They know that I’ve discovered the “hair-in-thumb camera” and they are determined to capture me.

So (still in catsuit, mind you) I start running. Through a garden of red flowers. Into a hotel with lots of dark wood. Up a staircase. (Dumb, dumb, dumb...every spy woman in a catsuit knows not to get cornered up a staircase with no way out!) The bad guy is at the bottom of the stairs. I throw chairs and tables at him. (I am way strong in this catsuit!)

Then I wake up and discover that I’m rubbing my thumb with my index finger.

Weird.