Woke from strange dreams with a crick in my neck & a headache.

I was asleep in the back of a car, Country Squire, Scion, alternately, I was very small, maybe 6, kept getting jolted awake with a flash, had a slightly wet faux Indian blanket that I would pull up around me, couldn't get warm or comfortable.

At the seashore, paterfamilias, nasty sunburn, smell of cooking oil, corn dogs? A child missing. "Rip tide, neap tide" repeating in my head, couldn't remember which was which. Long conversation with seagull.

There were more, but they're vaguer, coffee's helping with the headache.