I had two dreams last night. In the first one, I was at my old high school, in the library, and a very nervous, dare I say 'flaky' teacher was trying to give a demonstration or a presentation of some kind. No one else was paying any attention. I met a young man that I seemed to recognize, because I said, "Oh, it's you!" as if I knew him from somewhere. He replied, "Yes, it's me," and then said his name, which I can't remember now, but it was short. I sat down in a plastic chair beside him, but the plastic part was peeling off, so I pulled at it, and suddenly there were a ton of dead bees and dust and dirt and cobwebs on the back of it. A got a bee [stinger and all] stuck on my right index finger, and it hurt, but the young man pulled it off for me.
In the second dream, I dreamed that the Tenth Doctor and Donna [from Doctor Who] landed the TARDIS on a stretch of farmland, along with Tom Felton, of all people. There were rows upon rows of corn and wheat and other crops, but everything was dying and wilted and withered, and there were black rats as big as cats tangled up in it. Tom Felton decided to continue venturing into the fields, whereupon the Doctor and Donna got in the TARDIS and left him there. My overactive imagination [still present even in dreams, apparently] decided that once the sun set, the rats would try to eat him, and so, naturally, the sun set in an instant and Tom Felton was frantically running away from the rats. Then the TARDIS appeared and did a long, arcing loop as the Doctor leaned out of the doors and caught him basically on the fly, as it were.

sounds like you're dealing with some daunting stuff, but you believe it will all work out. am i correct?