Room 515 - Early Thursday Morning

It had come without warning. Liz had been in the middle of a deep slumder when the dream had started.

( and the nightmare started again... )

With a gasp Liz woke up, visibly shaken. Remembering that she had told Mr. Phale that she would write down her dreams in a journal, she got out the book that she had handwavily purchased. She wrote about the nightmare as truthfully as she could. Then, unable to fall asleep again she gazed out the window, not really staring at anything in particular.

[ooc: door's closed, post is open]