If dreams are the mirror of our soul, then what does this say about mine?

I've been having really weird dreams lately.

A couple nights ago, it was that my college roommate and I teamed up to rob a bank. I was the getaway driver, so I guess that makes her the muscle. (I think we did get away, too.)

Then one night the dream was about organizing all my shoes.

I have no idea what this all means -- except clearly I need a vacation.