Oh, I know. Most of my dreams, if I can recall them, are bizarre, make no sense, and follow no logic. I cannot interpret them at all, it seems like they often will be about something I am thinking about, or something I happened to see right before I went to sleep. If I do not either tell someone or write it down, I will quickly forget it.
There is no timeline that makes any vague sense, either. One minute, I can be riding a flying dragon across the sea, then, I will be playing twister with a talking dog, and the next minute, hiding in a storm cellar waiting for a tornado to pass.
It has always been like this.