I dreamt that I had before me a plate. On the plate was my heart. I began to cut up and eat my heart with a knife and fork. My heart was gone, and in my chest all the major arteries and veins simply joined together at a single junction. Then I realised that, without my heart, I was going to die! But I didn't; I just felt very, very weak and found it difficult to walk. My friends and I walked between the tall buildings of a city I didn't recognise.