A Dream

Last night, I had this dream where my head was a balloon. It was connected to a string and floated free above my body. And everyone around me was the same. We lived in a world where only a string kept your head with you. Then, this kid comes along with a pea shooter and just starts popping everyone's heads. So, I, in a last burst of desperation, let go out my string and my head floated safely away from the danger of the pea shooter and into the danger of the burning sun. The rays grew increasingly hotter until they finally popped my head.
So yeah, what do you take from a dream like that? No matter what you do, someday, somehow, your head will pop?