My dreams are beginning to reflect the chaos that is my life at the moment. Where once they would either be serene and peaceful, or a nightmare of sorts, they are now a jumbled mix of everything. Nothing makes sense. They jump from theme to theme, like a bunny on crack.
One minute I am being pursued by some imaginary handsome stranger, the next I am neckdeep in a math problem trying to solve fractions or equations while he stands there looking perplexed. Nothing meshes. Nothing makes sense. Romeo, dear sweet Romeo, why art thou 28 over 192 and what is thine common denominator.