I dreamed that I was in a classroom as dark as midnight. All the students were working on making hearts. I had made many hearts. Every heart was supposed to be better than the last. The best heart I could make was red, cold, symmetrical, and made of glass. It broke into pieces though and I had to make another one. I was working on the next making my next heart when I gave it to a girl for safekeeping. Everyone else finished making the next hearts, which were either circular or made of sponge. My heart was supposed to be made of sponge and red, but I couldn't finish it because the girl I had given it to had kept it in a drawer and then left before I could finish it. Then I had no heart. I kept looking for it or trying to make another one, but I couldn't.