28.5.10 ~ 100 word diary

I dreamt that my Dad died. Along with his will was a box labelled “Things Tammy should not inherit.” It was full of odd neglected objects that I didn’t recognise. Seeing them made me think of disembodied doll’s heads, but they weren’t. In my dream I was angry that my brother was allowed to inherit them but I wasn’t. Then a friend (whom I haven’t spoken to since last year) appeared to comfort me. She showed me a catalogue of a caravan she’d bought. I thought she was going to ask me to go somewhere with her but she didn’t.