Then the dream shifted but after a while I had my older sister and apparently a younger sister, both shouting at me for being messy.
When I woke up, I decided it was really time to clean up my room. :P
Work has been so incredibly manic the last 4 weeks that I've really disregarded the condition of my room and only thank God The Housemate is around to help with cleaning the rest of the apartment while I was battling to survive.
The last 4 weeks felt like I was in my Gethsemane.
I feel like the morning has come though, and I truly hope it has.