I've had a little bit more success with sleep as of the last few days, but I wouldn't call it complete success. I still woke up at 4:17am and couldn't go back to sleep. My neck was killing me. I did, however, manage enough sleep to dream.

I dreamt I was with Scott at some beach. We were standing on some rocks and the tide was coming in. The ocean was really starting to churn and get wilder. Scott advised me to get off the rocks before I get swept away. I instead decided to tempt fate and close my eyes. I could hear the ocean roaring and getting louder, as spray kept hitting my face. I stood there for a while, as the crashing waves got closer and closer. I knew that any moment now, I would be hit by a huge wave and be smashed into the rocks, but I held my ground. I think I even had a little smile on my face. Somehow, I knew I was safe.

Then Scott told me to get down already. He took me over to a sea cave, where I kept finding all kinds of beautiful sea shells. I picked them up as I found them, and put them into a pocket I had made from the upturned hem of my t-shirt. Scott urged me to hurry, as the tide was coming in. I stayed just a little bit longer, as I found even more stunning shells to collect. Once my "pocket" was filled, I decided to get out.

Not sure what it all means, but I think it was a good dream.