Last night, well it felt more like this morning, I dreamed about Reid for the first time. It was a weird dream, as all my dreams are, but Reid was alive and with me. Of course D woke about before 6 am and that was the end of my dreams. She had to crawl in bed with us but refused to be quiet and let me just lay there and try to remember my baby. I was so mad at her and then then the guilt for being mad at her set in. It's not her fault that her internal alarm clock is set way too early and it's not her fault that her baby brother is dead, but then it's not anybody's fault is it?