This is a pretty dinky product of my extreme boredom (my level of boredom is like super boredom beyond the realm of usual boredom magnified by 100). I sometimes dream of octopus, they're fun. The other night I dream of a chicken that walked after it was cooked - that was freaky. Anyways the heart (if you can see it, cuddled by the octopus' tentacles) symbolized the idea that I can't live without dreams and fantasy. It's the thing that fuels me day by day, that things can be beyond what they are.
Ok, it's Friday! Woot! Happy weekend :)