I just had the strangest dream. I was holding my own heart in my hands. My mom said: “This is a very dangerous thing to do. Your heart can get very easily infected this way.”
I said: “I don’t care.” I left the apartment and I embarked upon a journey.
As I was walking along, my heart suddenly said to me: “You know, I don’t particularly appreciate being outside of your ribcage. I don’t think you care about protecting me and that will harm you too in the long run. Please put me back inside.”
I said: “But I think you are beautiful and I want people to see that.”
My heart said: “You will give me away to the first person that comes along…”
I said: “No, I care about you! I think you are precious and pure.”
I didn’t even finish saying this when you came, ripped my heart out of my hands, tossed it to the ground, and stomped on it. Before I could realize what was going on, I was also on the ground, dead.