Dream Analysis

OK so its smack dab in the middle of summer. Hot, hot, hot, 95 degrees. I remember checking the thermometer outside my kitchen window. As I look out to the backyard acreage I possess, I see its starting to snow. There are penguins and chickens out there. They are building snow men and snow chickens. I know this is really weird. The last thing I remember is the chickens pecking the snow chickens open, and a small amount of water pours out.

So give me your amateur opinion Freud. Make me laugh.