Anne quickly spun toward the voice as the darkness gave way to illumination. As her eyes
struggled to adjust, Anne saw that the voice belonged to her terrified roommate, Brandie Logan.
The dreams again?´ Brandie asked. That’s the third time this week. You’ve got to do
something about this.
Anne shook her head, trying to shake away the remnants of the now-familiar nightmares.
Anne pulled her shoulder-length blonde hair out of her face as she looked around the crowded
dorm room in Halloran Hall she had shared with Brandie for the past three months. Her heart felt
like it was about to burst out of her chest. It took her a moment to get her bearings and realize it
was just another dream. It seemed so real. But, they always did.
The dreams had started a year ago. At first, they were just an occasional annoyance that Anne
dismissed as simple manifestations of her anxiety; the kind of stress most girls her age feel over
graduating from high school, going to college, boys – the usual teen drama. Now, the nightmares
had become an almost nightly occurrence. And they were starting to take a toll on her, both
physically and mentally.