Don't you think it's funny that nothing's what it seems, when you're not looking forward?

Today it's been all too apparent that my head isn't in a good place at the moment.
I'm suffering from 'information overload' here.
I'm not getting a good night's sleep and my dreams are getting slightly fucked up.
There's the one about me getting up early every morning, to then going outside onto the middle bit of a Dual-Carriageway by my folks house and dancing. Watching and waving to the cars zooming past, dancing. Dancing my little heart out. Or the one about all my family and friends helping me pack my house up, ready for moving. And it never stops. I don't have much stuff anyway, but the boxes just keep coming and coming. Or the one where The Girl and I go to a person's house for dinner. We meet his wife in the kitchen of the Country House, like a Farm-House or something similar. With animals wandering around, like chickens and goats. His wife has long blonde hair and a big hooked nose. Nothing too odd about that dream, except when the person who's house it is is a blogger who I read regularly. Not only that, but he looked exactly as he portrays himself.

I'm losing sleep and rest, my dreams are all shot to buggery, I have a meeting planned with Yellow Pages which I need to prep for, I'm trying to fix up some things on my house and I'm worried about how long it will take to sell the place. I'm worried that I won't be able to find a place up there, how much work will I get?, How do I get around a contact phone number for my Business if I don't have a landline up there myself? and what happens if all the timing goes to shit?
On top of all that spinning in my head, I'm still trying to get in as much work as I can and sometimes I've felt like I don't know if I'm coming or going.

Spontaneous combustion imminent.