I'll Always Come Back

Last night I dreamt that my heart left me. Flew right out of my chest, billowy white wings pumping just as fast as they could go, right up into the wild blue yonder. I tried to snatch it, jumping as high as my legs would allow, each time stopping millmeters shy of my goal. Eventually I just collapsed (I imagine that's what happens when you lose your heart) and lay in the grass until I could see it no longer.
I woke up eyes puffy, with tear tracks on my cheeks, and nauseous. I wonder what it all means...

...Meanwhile, if anyone knows how to get my crazy phone to quit telling me I have messages waiting I'll give you every dollar in my bank account. Well, okay, no I wouldn't, but I would give you every cookie in my kitchen. The blinking light is really starting to bother me.