Dreams were always a rather odd thing for Cassandra. Sometimes her own, sometimes not. She never knew what would come once her eyes fell shut. Nor what she would remember come morning. Unfortunately it was those dreams filled with portends of the future that hung with her all too often. She would give a lot more to have memories of stupid showing up to class naked dreams rather than what she tended to remember.
Well she really didn't want to be having that kind of dream now. Not when she had agreed to let someone take a wander through what she thought about in her sleep. She'd never be able to look anywhere near Xander without during an embarrassing shade of red if that had been the case.
As it was though, the whole process was a bit more confusing than she'd ever thought it would be. It was her in the dream, her mind present but contained by the restrictions of sleep. Through all that though, she was restless. The Ravens an unsettling presence as she tried to avoid their constant approach. But she was somehow completely distracted from that singular goal by the approach of someone else.
Wait. Her? But oh no it definitely wasn't her! Not in that outfit. What on earth! Cassandra couldn't quite fathom what she was seeing. No. Her... wearing that dress. As the phrase went it was possible that hell would freeze over first before that happened. The Cassandra that stood with birds at her feet blinked. Blinked until she noticed small differences in the two images. Small details that would have been revealed in the skin shown by the dress donned by the intruder.
The birds seemed unphased by it all so far. A fact that Cassandra wished could actually change. There were too many of the Ravens and they were too close, asking too much. The dream Cassandra struggled to respond in kind to the simply asked question. At first she just shook her head and then shrugged her shoulders. "I-I don't know." She finally found a voice. Her hands flew to her own clothes, to make certain she was far more clothed.