Angela's Dream
In Angela's dream, there is a strange hotel corridor, and the low rabble of tense, unfamiliar voices behind some doors. Subdued light beams down from ceiling fixtures, and certainly Angela must find something, yet no one has said what. She looks around for anything that is valuable. Only random particles of dust float by in slow suspension. Angela ponders the puzzling, irrelevant ambience, tries to re-focus, but the lingering dream won't leave her.