Jon, for example, was dreaming about a very different scene than his peaceful suburban street. In it, he was in his bedroom, but the sounds outside were much louder, of honking cars and activity. They were an oddly soothing and relaxing background noise.
Linda lay in bed, tossing and turning. She couldn't seem to relax enough to get to sleep. She felt as if the walls of her bedroom were closing in on her. That's silly. She told herself. Walls didn't move. It must be her imagination. She closed her eyes again, and quickly fell into a deep sleep, not noticing that the bedroom and furniture around her was changing, her bed pulling in on itself, and turning from a Queen to a small Twin-sized mattress.
Zoe stayed up for a bit longer, reading in bed till her eyes began to hurt her, then she turned out the light and quickly went to bed. As she slept, her pale white skin quickly darkened to a healthier shade and her hair lost its black dye, regaining its natural brown color. Her dreams were strange, filled with pleasant imagery which seemed to counteract the anger that often filled her.
When Jon finally woke up in the morning to quiet...it was that he found distracting. It was Saturday, and he didn't have to go to school, but he still had things to do. He rolled out of bed, half asleep, and heading toward the door, opening it and walked straight into...a closet. That woke him up rather quickly. He turned around, "What the...?" He trailed off.
