"So we're—" He catches himself, aware that she spoke of others but not having spoken to any of them, himself. "I'm asleep, as well?" The last thing he remembers before ending up here is getting ensnared by those vines. He didn't think much of it, really; this place is nice (and much nicer than being chased by plants). But he supposes that is how dreams work. One doesn't often remember how they got anywhere.