I Had a Dream Last Night That I Was Seeing a Psychiatrist...

I had a dream last night that I was seeing a psychiatrist for the very first time on account of my paranoias interfering with my day-to-day life.
"What is your number one fear?" he asked.
"My children dying," I answered. "Being murdered, particularly."
He nodded. "Well, I have something to show you that might just put you at ease for good..."
I followed him down a dark corridor, feeling apprehensive but also feeling like anything was worth a shot at this point.
The doctor led me into a room where twin toddler heads were floating in a rectangular fish tank; nerves and bone dangled from their necks and they were smiling. A woman was sitting in a rocking chair not far from the little disembodied heads, two little beheaded bodies perched on her lap, their neck stubs topped with red gooey flesh, arms and legs moving with playful expression. She was smiling down at the identical kids and nodding as though they were speaking and she could hear it.
I was too horrified to ask any questions. The doctor appeared next to me. "A maniac on the loose came into the hospital and decapitated these twins when they were born. We were able to reattach their heads and they have gone on to live normal lives. Their mother simply brings them here once a week to soak their heads in our special serum, for health and safety reasons...and it is like their deaths never even happened." He put a hand on my shoulder. "So, you see, there really is nothing for you to worry about anymore."
It all made complete sense to me. 
I walked back home, alone in the dead of night, feeling such a sense of relief, feeling like the world and I had been forever, irreversibly cured of everything that plagues us.