I dreamt that I was going to spend a day beta-testing an artificial heart. I left the house, my many internal organs spread out and neatly arranged on a coffee table. I left them in the guardianship of my mother, with specific instructions to make sure Donkey didn’t eat any of the organs, especially my real-live heart.
Throughout the day, I made many calls to my mother, checking in on my organs; she assured me they were fine. When I returned home that afternoon, she had put the organs on a cookie sheet and stuck them in a wall safe behind a watercolor I had painted in college. When I pulled them out of the safe, I noticed the organs were not neatly arranged. They were all squished together on one side of the tray. I picked my heart from the pile of organs and looked at it carefully.
And then I woke up.