I've been having really strange dreams lately. Last night in my dream I was hit by a car, because I fainted, because I had CO2 poisoning. Then we (my parents and I) went to my school, which wasn't actually my school, it was the prison without stalls around the toilets. We consulted 4 teachers, my social teacher, my English teacher, a strange man I've never met before but I assume him to be a math teacher, and Mr. Ung. It was mostly like a parent teacher interview, except that these aren't my teachers anymore, and I had a broken leg, which didn't look or feel broken, and we were discussing my injuries rather than my grades.

Yesterday during my nap I had a dream that I was five again and curled up in Jonah's lap and he was hugging me with the best hug in the entire world.