Attendant Hamilton's Notes

I entered the dream and woke up in the Reverie's staff dorms like usual. But the feeling of everything around here was oddly strange. The people around me seemed to notice something, and I could feel the peculiar glances they cast toward me — of course, it could've all just been in my mind, but who knows? Someone I'm not very acquainted with suddenly tapped me on the shoulder, like he was trying to encourage me... But I didn't even remember what he worked as. A Dreamscape Motivator? Darn it. It was like my memories were erased by someone... Jeremy and I traded a few lines, mostly about those recent strange happenings in the hotel in the Dreamscape: Paintings suddenly appearing, musical instruments attacking guests and such — it all made me somewhat nervous. It's strange, he was the closest to me, yet it felt like he had no idea what I was about to face today... I even forgot to tell him before. It's fine. This is good too — one fewer person to worry about. I changed into a jet-black outfit. Black makes me feel safe. I waited for a while at the dorms, so anxious that I couldn't even sit still. God knows how many times I paced the room. And then, I heard a knock on the door.