Did she... did she just make a thread out of thin air?
Dream smiled, eyebrows both raised, and could not help but hum the Spiderman theme, just for a few seconds. He pointed at the thread.
"You made a thing," he said, excitedly. "I didn't know you could do that."
Dream couldn't make a thing. He couldn't make threads. He could make you a great many things if you were dreaming but he couldn't do jack shit in the Waking World. He couldn't even move his furniture without help.
He dropped his pointed finger and, holding Nanshe's hand, followed the thread.