Through the haze I think I see them, but I cannot be sure. Tonight my sanity is not complete and I have a hard time discerning what is real and what is but a dream.

As I watch the party puzzle through, I try to help them, but my calls go unheeded. With a sense of deja vu, my vision of them repeats. Is what I see real or but a faded doubling of events long past?

I try to stay alert, but I feel that tonight I do not have the endurance in me. I must sleep. Ooc note: Since the entirety of session 7 took place within a dream, the players were not given an opportunity to write a journal for this session.