Dear Dream-Me,

    While we rarely break the consciousness wall of communication between us (unless I have a crazy story to tell about you: "Dream-Me was a rodeo clown!"), I feel I must quit this radio silence to discuss an issue with you.  As it has been years (3, in fact) since I have ever had to sit down and do math homework, I would greatly appreciate it if you could get over this increasing loop of math-related anxiety scenarios.   It's silly, when we could be spending our time on other, more interesting matters: lion-taming, flying, talking to dead authors, traveling through Oz.  You see?  Perhaps you can't do this alone, so I'm extending my hand.

Ideas:
    -a Dream-psychoanalyst or therapist (or analrapist).  Doesn't have to be Freudian.  In fact, I think I'd prefer it if he wasn't.  Jungian, yes.
    -focusing on some other anxiety.  Public nudity, perhaps.  Doesn't really annoy me that much, and sometimes pretty funny upon awaking.
    -Dream-math tutoring.  If this is the route you're going to go, you can at least get some super-professional help from famous mathematicians, like... erm... Mr. Peabody?

Please take the time to consider these and keep the dialog open.  I promise to not go all Heather Langenkamp on you.

Respectfully your Dream-Me,

Zac