Brienne

Kept having dreams about Dad. One where he was much younger and immature. One where we were hiking in the mountains and he had a new baby daughter. A toddler. She was adorable and wore a hat that looked like an alligator head. Her coat was yellow. It was cold and the only jackets were Sharon's, who'd gone ahead 'cause she was mad at Dad. I wrapped a pillow case around my shoulders. There was a tribe who used atlatls. Dad entered some kind of atlatl competition for money.

I didn't sleep well, my head hurts, and I'm so sleepy. Slept lots and lots but it didn't help.