I dreamed that Cybil stood by Zanne when the mission took a turn for the worse.  At this point, as Zanne, I carried many bruises.  I also dreamed that Deirdre had begun to fall asleep now and then, in unexpected circumstances.  Day residue, perhaps, on both accounts.  At the time I worked exhausting hours, aggravating my narcolepsy.  Bruises covered me from falling asleep on my feet so often.  I needed to dream of others nurturing me through it.

I dreamed of Sarge and his care package, and the realizations and emotions that went with this scene.  The dreams included the arrangement described inside the tent.