I had a dream last night that I left an iron on my computer and my computer had melted into a mass of molten plastic. The rest of my dream was spent crying about the loss of this precious object. I woke up and was euphoric that my computer was still safe and healthy. Do I have an inordinate attachment to this doorway to life? I think so. Unlike kids or pets, my computer doesn't urinate on my couch or require a babysitter when I'm not around. Is this a healthy attachment for a childless woman in her 30's?

Just for today, I can let go a little of technology (cuz I'm getting weird).