Over the next week Joline couldn't sleep worth a damn. Whenever the attempt was made all that happened were nightmare after nightmare.  They were all visions of her death or loved ones, a few were of her being the only person left on earth.  These nightmares horrified her to the point she'd wake up shaking, cold and covered in sweat. 

In fact the nightmare of her being burned alive was so vivid so incredibly real to her that she woke projectile vomiting coke and chesse pizza.  

The nightmare had been so vivid, she could see the villagers watching her as the unknown hooded figure lit the fire. She felt the burning pain, could smell the putrid odor of her very own flesh cooking.  Joline prayed that never again would she have that nightmare again. Ironically she'd not slept since that very night.

After several days she started having visions of dark other worldly beings in a sparatic pattern. Eventually she couldn't eat, sleep or function as a normal human mortal. She didn't know what was wrong anymore. 

At first she tried looking up information of dreams and nightmares but it didn't help. Feeling discouraged she went for the sketchbook but kept unintentionally sketching Veronica and her realm. 

Joline felt lost and broken, as if her whole world had been destroyed. She couldn't understand it, but felt as if her soul had just gone numb.