[He doesn't seem too disturbed by the way the dreams keep shifting around between memories - mostly because this is often how his dreams play out, when he does actually dream]
Kadan.
[He knows you're trying to help and he appreciates it, but he also knows you don't fully get it] [Although thinking of Krem, Dorian, the Inquisition -- it does make the memories start to fade and bleed into each other, a strange combination of the landscape of Seheron morphing with Skyhold, briefly, or the tavern outside the Tevinter borders where he first met Krem, then the Storm Coast again--
Then the different places they all went to walking through the Eluvian, during the invasion, all the dead and fallen qunari, to the Viddasala calling out Hissrad, now, please--
Tama, I'm scared. If they get into my head, how do I get it out again?
He looks shaken for a moment, the sudden shifting in the dream enough to finally unsettle him enough to reach out to grasp Dorian's wrist, not tightly, but trying to keep him, at least, anchored in the dream so he doesn't disappear along with the other shifting images]