Some dreams kept waking me up. I keep a bit of paper next to my bed so I can write down key phrases related to them. Usually it's enough to let me remember, but I have "THREE MONTHS" written, and I have no idea what it means. Other dreams included one of my sisters dying in a car accident, and in another she was being a real jerk, arguing with me over a rare 19th-century coin forgery worth $10k that was rightfully mine. Note to Adam and Tom, because I know they'll ask if I don't say: yes, the sister I have the picture of.