Mixtures 2

...But she dutifully bought the book and headed home for the weekend. It was not an interesting book. After all, it was a college textbook. After half a page, she started looking for the words in bold and the things in boxes. It was such fascinating reading that she soon found herself asleep on the couch.

But the doctor was right, she had come down with a severe case of chemistry, and it had followed her into her dreams. The dream started off nice enough. Stefanie was in the kitchen with her mother, whom she imagined was cooking macaroni and cheese. But when she asked it was some sort of onion soup.

"Look, Stefanie," her mother said with a fiendish grin.  "The soup's a mixture, a heterogeneous one at that."

"Excuse me," she said, even in her dream.

"It's heterogeneous because the stuff in the soup isn't all blended together smoothly.  There are chunks of onions."

"Mom, this is my dream," she quickly shot back.  "I don't allow onions or chemistry in my dreams."

"You can't really control your dreams with your conscious mind," Stefanie's step-dad, Ken, said.  "Freud said that dreams are about your unconscious."

"You're not allowed in my dreams either, Ken," Stefanie said.  "Or Freud."

"Exactly," a very old looking man with a long white beard said in a German sounding accent.  He was sitting in the breakfast nook right across from Stefanie. "You vould never choose for me to be in your dreams vit your conscious mind, but you cannot help it in your dreams."

"A homogeneous mixture," her mother continued, "would be one where everything was mixed together without any chunks, like a Mocha Java or a grande coffee with cream." ...