[He makes a frustrated sort of uncertain sound, but rather than arguing further on the point of where he stupidly fell asleep, he looks into the dream more seriously.
The frown only deepens.]
... I don't know if I can, or how. Though it probably doesn't exactly matter what kind of dream it is if we're going to be stuck here regardless of it. [Lies, it totally does matter. It feels like the hair at the back of his neck is standing up just from seeing his hometown looking rather so ominous all things considered.]