Who am I? Where am I?

The past two nights I've woken up from dreams where I was not me. I was me but couldn't convince anyone of it and it's beginning to make me think I'm having a major identity crisis!

I'll spare you hours of details about the dreams because who likes to hear about someone else's dreams? Really.

but...
In the first dream, I was me but had my mother's car and my mother's drivers license, wallet, purse, etc. and was trying to convince [the people at the airport?] that I was not her. But I had no way of proving it because I had all of her identification and only my face to prove my point.

In the second dream, I had to be two places at once; a funeral and a photo shoot. Weird. So, for the funeral (which was filled with faces from high school), I went with my face, but for the photo shoot, I had my cousin Kristie's face on and was trying to explain to the photographers that it was not my face - but of course, they didn't believe me. Why would they?

The dreams were weird, to say the least, but it makes sense that I would be torn with the complicated decision of what I want to do and what I'm supposed to do, who I am and who I want to be - and possibly more confusion wrapped up within the two. WHEW!

Needless to say, I am confused about every aspect of my being right now. Except maybe, my hair. :)