Violently, I wake in the middle of the night, feeling terribly ill, with remnants of a strange dream lingering in my mind's eye.

...in a structure...old but new...not my own timeline? Lace and cloth-bound books. Woven rug beneath a swiveling chair near a...a…a...

too many pictures...so hard to distinguish through the voice of light and sound reverberating through the windows and walls...

pulse pulse pulse hum hum...

so many sounds...and...lights...pushing their way into my head though my eyes were shut and my hands were tight over my ears...

pulse pulse hum hum hum...

Terrible nausea; a raging headache. I blindly search for a sheet of paper, and in a half dream state scribble across it. As each new image is transcribed onto my paper the headaches subside, the nausea diminishes, and at once I feel as if the entire illness was itself a dream.

That is...until I awoke this morning. And saw this. What does it mean?

- Agent AltarielValice -