What would Sigmund Freud think?

I know when people start telling you about their dreams, you probably say to yourself, "Yeah, yeah, yeah...ho hum," but Jimmy was describing the one he had last night to me, and it was a doozie. This is what he said:

"I was quail hunting, and the three bird dogs I was hunting with strayed off. I happened to be hunting that day with Steve Spurrier, and he said he'd go look for Suzy, the best pointer, if I'd search for the other two. There was a shopping mall across the road and so I went in and found my two dogs going down the escalator. I rounded them up and went back to see if Spurrier had had any luck finding Suzy. He was waiting, sitting on the tailgate of his truck, and said he'd located Suzy in a bar down the road; he'd fed her a bowl of bar cherries, and she had left. I was furious with Spurrier for losing my favorite dog, the maddest I've been in decades of not liking Spurrier."

Now, was that one weird dream, or what?