"As am I, for the most part," I say. I've managed to make my way over to Tris, though not without a little stumbling, and a lot of intensely paranoid staring around. This is her dream, not mine, and dreams are unpredictable in the best of circumstances. Someone else's dream, that was a realm of impenetrable that was maddening at worst, annoying at very best.

"But I don't -- mages don't, where I am from -- sleep like other people do. We're lucid. We know we're dreaming, and we remember, every time. We don't usually go traipsing into other people's. There are a few reasons for this particular situation, and I can go into detail about them later, but suffice to say; at least one of the methods I am currently regretting, just a bit."