a lost heart

i was in a gym again but it was more like a gym class and my friend and my ex were there. we were playing badmiton and i said that we could play card games if we borrow a piece of clothing from the box which allows us to play the games. i went to the box and grabbed a straight jacket. i had to shake off a combat boot first. we played a game of poker. and then we started to read children books. but for some reason i was listening to see if the book had a heartbeat. i couldnt hear one. i checked another book. still didnt hear anything. i checked my ex who was lying on the floor to see if he had a heartbeat. he didnt. i looked at my friend and started crying. i tried to listen closer but i still couldnt hear anything. i cried harder. i was back in my house. so was my family, my ex, and my friend. my mother wasnt there though. my dad was folding laundry in his room. and my sister was fixing her hair in the bathroom. i searched the house for my ex's heart. the last place i looked was in my father's closet. behind his clothes there was another door. i opened the door and walked in. it looked like an attic. there were a few clothes hanging up around the room. i found a pair of my pants. i took them off the hanger and inside there was the heart. i screamed and ran the heart to him. i assumed my mother did that to him since she hated him. i walked outside and called 911. i told them what happened and said that they should send someone who could transplant hearts. they said that they wouldnt send them because my ex was dead and there was no way of helping him. i said they should just do it. his family pulled into the driveway next door. i started sobbing. his mother had a cast around her ankle and was using crutches. i tried to explain what happened but i couldnt get the words out. his mother started crying and went into the house. i followed his family in. his mom started going up the stairs followed by his 2 younger brothers then his stepfather. i was still crying and his stepdad stopped and gave me a hug and smiled and said it was ok and it wasnt my fault.


the weird thing is that i remember him telling me that most of his family memebers have died from heart complications and that his normal heartbeat is too fast. but i dont really know why i would have this dream 6 months after we broke up.