He hesitates, wondering momentarily whether he should explain how it couldn't be asking for himself because he doesn't dream. But the idea of moving the subject onto himself is extremely unappealing, so he stays focused.

"Uh, a-a particular case with my dreamwalking. I went into the dream of a dreamer who doesn't recall their dreams. What I found was a memory, or an attempted reconstruction of a memory." His brow twitches, moving in and out of a frown with his eyes as they flicker, bringing back the details. "It was me, and the dreamer. And then... then three other figures came into the dream. They... They weren't just figures, they were... they were real. They were beings, entities. They could... They could change the dreamer's dream. They subdued his avatar so easily."