Without thinking about it, Ginny leaned over and gave his back a gentle rub. She couldn't imagine what having a dream like that would do to her, but she was sure she'd be upset.
"The dreams started out alright, yeah?" She said, working through her reasoning. "Like things had turned around and were going the way they were supposed to like and then they were not so great, people dead or ill or not remembering..." She bit her lip, hoping she didn't sound mental. "And everything was vivid. Too vivid. Like it was real only then you woke up." She looked over at him, pausing before she continued. "What if they were our desires and then...well our fears? Or else...the consequences of getting what you think you want? I mean...I still can't figure out how we all dreamed up the same person, like, but there has to be something about them that was special, yeah?" Dreams like that had to mean something. For better or for worse.