Conversation with lover over breakfast this morning

Lover: "Last night I had a dream that I was carrying a roast chicken..."

Me: "Uh huh"

"And it was a hot tasty little chicken and I had it in my bare hands"

(Mind frantically racing to recall Freudian dream interpretation, while scanning the room for a dream dictionary... Cooking a bird, what can that mean? I wonder, suddenly interested as lover rarely treats me to snippets from her subconscious like this.)

Lover: "And then I woke up..."

Me: "Yes?"

Lover: "And I was holding your little bottom."