Awake.  Sorta fed.  First 350 words of the day written.  Aiming to get through a rewrite of Chapter 2 today.  Snippet from the scene on which I'm currently working;

The more we talked, the more freaked out I got.  I'd never heard of two people sharing a dream, right down to the last detail.  I mean, there was that time when I was a kid, when my mom had heard me yell, "Goodbye, Daddy!" in my sleep from the bedroom that Rich and I used to share.  And then Daddy, lying beside her, had called out, "Goodbye, Sojourner!"  When Dad and I had compared notes the next morning, our two dreams had been nothing alike.  I'd dreamt that Rich was taking me to the candy store to get a big swirly lollipop, the kind with all the colours in a spiral.  Dad had dreamt that he was taking a train trip to Jupiter, and that we were all waving him goodbye at the train station.  Mom had gotten all mad at him when he'd said that, because he hadn't been going to take her with him.