Re: [Dream Training]
"I don't think that's what Arthur does, though, for Albin. I don't think it's what Albin wants me for, either," she said, the slow blink of cornflower eyes making the observation seem almost thoughtless, almost vacant, almost, almost, and she looked around and around. Over one shoulder, over the next, back at him. "I thought dreams would be gauzier," she explained. "Not so real, and don't people notice when they're so very real?"
She took the cup he pushed her way, and she turned it between her fingers. She tested it for weight, and she looked for cracks, and then she lifted the cup and brought the lip to her mouth. If there was anything inside, she tasted it and pressed the liquid between pursed lips.
She put the cup down, and she stood, and she was all curiosity, questioning, wanting to understand. "I thought they said architect. Are you the architect now? Since you're dreaming the space?" she asked, and that was something she still didn't understand, and how did you build something in someone else's head? She took his arm. "I don't know if I have a subconscious."