My last round of dreams consisted of me speaking in sign language to someone, though I don’t remember what I said, walking along a beach somewhere and seeing my dead uncle enter a nearby condo, and then I was living with my parents. I think I was visiting them and not actually living with them, but I was trying to sleep in one of the bedrooms when their voices would sometimes get a little loud and keep me awake. 

The only other dream I remember was living in a big house in the country somewhere. Tom was on his way to work and said something about running out of gas on the way there and having to stop partway to pour some gas into the tank. Meanwhile, this and maybe something else seemed to be making me nervous because I was walking around with my bottle of lorazepam in my hand.